Calista slowly crept her way into the round room, her heart in her throat. Her eyes were the size of saucers as she tried to take  in  everything around her. The lights; the sheer size, it was baffling. She missed the tiny squirrel darting past her, but she didn't miss the deafening clang of the door slamming closed behind her. She spun to face it, stumbling back against the console. Buttons beeped under her hands, and the floor shuddered under her feet. Suddenly she was thrown to the side, and she clung to the railing of the small bridge as the room surged and rolled around her. Her stomach jumped into her throat as she was tossed back and forth.