"Hi Priscilla," called Wilkins as she approached. "I was headed your way for a thermos of coffee to see me throught the night."

"You don't need a thermos," Priscilla replied. "You know I'll keep your coffee mug full. all you need to do is stop on your way back and forth along the concourse."

"'Fraid I do need a thermos. The Chief gave me a new assignment. I'll be working down in the belly of this ol' place tonight. See this blueprint?"

Priscilla's eyes widened as she studied the old paper Wilkins held up for her. "Wow, This place is a rabbit warren. I had no idea all these old tunnels and rooms were here. Where is it you have to go?"

"The Hefley Concourse. The entrance to it is right by the Starbuck's Kiosk, but it goes on for miles. I won't be coming back out 'til morning."

"It would be kind of interesting to see some of these old spaces. I don't suppose I could take a peek in there could I? Just the beginning of the tunnel. I have to be back at the kiosk in 45 minutes."

"Wilkins thought,and then said, "Why not? But I won't be able to escort you back to here. You'll have to find your own way out." He paused. "Truth to tell, I wouldn't mind a little company when I first go in. Nothin' in there to be afraid of, I'm sure, it's just--
Oh, I don't know."

Priscilla turned and followed Wilkins back toward the kiosk.