Priscilla was starting to feel a chill in the air. She was wondering what had just happened? She had just woken up to find Wilkins sprawled unconscious on the floor of the corridor in front of her. It was dark and she was alone apart from the sleeping janitor. In her head were recollections of something which could not have happened. It must have been a dream, althouh it seemed so real.
She shook him until he woke. She did not feel reassured by his responses as he became more alert.
She no longer felt safe in the labyrinth under the airport, things were not quite whhat they appeared....