9:20 P.M.

"Trainspotting" by Primal Scream can be heard playing from the ballroom.

You stand unmoving, at the bottom of the ladder, looking down the west-running tunnel. You can't see the other end of the tunnel. The rail cart beside you suddenly comes to life and disappears away down the tunnel.

From the darkness, you hear the sound of a fierce, growling dog, getting closer.

If you scramble up the ladder and throw meat to distract whatever beast may be approaching, click here.

Click here if you'd rather take a nice, relaxing nap.