Was this supposed to be part of the tour?

You aren't sure, looking around this machine room -- all of its pistons and motors whirring in a strange harmony to keep the guests upstairs (you think they're upstairs, at least...) with heat and electricity and oxygen. The noise is deafening and teeth-jarring as metal grinds on metal in ways never intended by the ores. The actual machines remind you of a postcard you received once when you were small, signed simply with "Eugene"....you didn't know who that was then, but could it be...?

Between the machinery, you almost see movement, but can't be sure if that's really a doorway or if something is back there, hiding in wait.