Hall of Infinite Doors
You scoot out of the ductwork and down to the basement, still in your ninja clothes. You change shoes, as you know that climbing shoes will slow you down. You locate your largest flashlight--one million candle power. Then you find the small ladder that descends to the tunnel below.
It's larger than you remembered it, and lined in dull yellow bricks. It's something to behold. The bottom has a sort of muck that you like to stay out of. Every so often is another pipe that dumps storm water into it.
A couple hundred yards from the end you see a wooden door off to the right. Being curious, you open it. You enter into a large room with a soaring ceiling and large windows along the top. You find a light switch and turn it on. The room fills with a dim incandescent light. This looks to be some sort of large utility room. No one has been here in a long time. A large wooden table is in the center but there are no chairs. It looks like someone cleaned it out long ago. There are bunch of rusted lockers at one end with the doors falling off. You find some old rope, and a utility belt with rusted tools. There are a few cans of paint with some solvent. You hold one of the cans in your hand.
Then it occurs to you. You could be her savior, or you could give her what she plainly wants.
It's larger than you remembered it, and lined in dull yellow bricks. It's something to behold. The bottom has a sort of muck that you like to stay out of. Every so often is another pipe that dumps storm water into it.
A couple hundred yards from the end you see a wooden door off to the right. Being curious, you open it. You enter into a large room with a soaring ceiling and large windows along the top. You find a light switch and turn it on. The room fills with a dim incandescent light. This looks to be some sort of large utility room. No one has been here in a long time. A large wooden table is in the center but there are no chairs. It looks like someone cleaned it out long ago. There are bunch of rusted lockers at one end with the doors falling off. You find some old rope, and a utility belt with rusted tools. There are a few cans of paint with some solvent. You hold one of the cans in your hand.
Then it occurs to you. You could be her savior, or you could give her what she plainly wants.