I won't believe that. We've come too far, John. We need to see this to its end.

All right, Arthur. Where is the door? To your right.

There are a set of stone stairs leading down to a small area. There isn't much light down here.

That's better.

As I said, this is a small area that turns back in the direction of the lobby above and opens wider.

A few shelves here with paint and other maintenance supplies. The whole widens and juts off in two directions.

Any idea which way makes more sense?

Neither seems to be better than the other.

Then left, I suppose.

Sure.

The damage of time is heavy down here. The concrete walls that were once painted in soft gray now sport cracks that run deep.

Large pieces of the paint have chipped off and litter the floor.

This hallway stretches on a head, but there is a door to our left. It's slightly a jar. Here.

This looks like a pantry. Overflow for the kitchen above, or rather large room with shelves.

Anything look edible?

Not really. Most look long since expired.

Jars are broken. A shelf is even knocked over.

Nothing else in the room.

No.

All right.

Wait.

What?

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