Cautiously, Ellie opened the door. She stepped forward, both hands
reaching into her sleeves to pull out her switchblades. They
continued to walk in the dark, damp basement. Occasionally Ellie
would brush up against a cold, metal pipe and jump. At the end of
the hall was Mr. Leigh, standing underneath a singular lightbulb
with someone else standing beside him, but hidden in shadow. They
were discussing something in voices too low to hear.