It was dark.
Where were they?
Were they back in the corridors under the airport?
Were they in a chamber within a computer on some far distant planet?
In the gloom surrounding them, Priscilla could not see enough to make out her surroundings.
She had followed Wilkins partly to relieve the boredom of the coffee stall, partly curiousity about what was down the locked corridor. In part, she had also thought it might be fun to tease the janitor and then give him a brush off if he started to take the bait.
She was starting to regret having left the safety of the steaming boilers and the milk frother, the cocoa dusting powder and the tiny individually wrapped biscuits.
She searched around for clues to where she might be. Was that shape in the half light the door out to the concourse? Was it the exit to normality?
She called out - "Can anybody hear me?"
"HELLOO!!"

she heard a rumbling noise in the distance, in the pitch blackness at the opposite direction from the half light. It was getting louder and closer.......