"Good luck Pipes..." Said the muffled voice of Dain.

"Good luck friends." Said Aippaq. And the two parties went their separate ways.

Releasing the North-Western room, Aippaq stepped out into a horror story.

The room seemed safe, although he couldn't shake the sense of a weird presence under one of the tables. There was a noise a little like a low growl emanating from that area which gave Aippaq cause to shiver despite his get-up.

The real fear came from the setting however. This had clearly been the dining area where the crew ate their meals. And the crew were still here in a sense. The floor was littered with clothing.

The clothing contained the names of various crew-members, and it was positioned in strange ways. There was one case where the clothes were sat upright on a chair. The bodies they belonged to though, were not present. It was as if something had sucked them out of their clothes.

Aippaq sat down tensely on a chair. This was getting all a bit too much. He checked the pockets of a few nearby outfits. One of them contained a key-card.

He also noticed the sharp knife on the table and some wayward fusion cells. It was something at least.

The group was ready to move on.

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