In the underworld

According to the computer, Room 101 was in a basement. From what I could see on the floor plan I found on the computer, there seemed to be a network of underground rooms and storage areas.

The corridor I was looking for was two levels down - a sub-basement, I suppose you'd call it. As I went down the second flight of stairs, it seemed to me I was stepping back in time; this looked more like a dungeon than the basement of a modern building.

Walls of stone, whitewashed and with the whiff of damp I think of as the smell of old churches, were starkly lit by bare overheard bulbs. Here and there, the dirty grey whitewash was stained - with what I hoped was rust, but couldn't help thinking of as old blood.

Surely my imagination was getting the better of me, though? Well, at least I hoped it was.

I decided it was worth videoing with the mobile, anyway: let the viewers make their own minds up.

Quirking into Jen's room didn't seem like a good idea, for two reasons: first, I wasn't going to do it unless it was totally necessary, and second, I didn't want to frighten her to death. If I did have to use my unwanted talent to get into where she was being held, the least I could do was tell her first. To do that, I'd have to be at the door in person.

A right turn off the main corridor. and - yes! There it was, at the end of the hall. With the bulb above the door broken, it looked less than welcoming. Nonetheless, I was delighted to find it.

I approached the door, and knocked.



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