She found an exit twenty minutes later. It was a six-foot steel door. Oddly, it had a thick wooden bar across it. She lifted the bar up and tossed it to one side. The door swung open silently on well-oiled hinges. She stepped through and had to turn on her flashlight again. As she played the light around the room, she discovered it was very similar to a basement. Overhead were air ducts, support beams and spider-webs (abandoned and otherwise). The walls were rough and unpainted. The ground was hard-packed dirt. She walked for so long her legs were starting to burn. She found a wooden door and walked in. She found a candle lit room with a comfortable looking bed, a small table with a delectable looking steak and smashed potatoes and a glass of wine, and a thick cushioned recliner. Jennifer realized she was suddenly tired and hungry. She went to the chair and collapsed into it. She tore into the steak and potatoes as if she hadn’t eaten in days. She guessed the old saw about adrenaline spiking hunger was true. She reached for the wine glass, but it suddenly doubled. Suddenly, her head felt heavy and muzzy. She pushed away from the table and tried to stand, but she collapsed to the floor instead. ‘Someone help me!’ she tried to shout. Before it registered that she hadn’t made a sound, blackness overcame her.