The hallway outside of Tasu's room is empty.  It's darkly lit, in fact.  "Wait, wait." Delilah looks out of the hall and looks around along with Tasu.  "There's cameras everywhere.  You probably don't remember anything because of the drugs they've been using to sedate you.  Once you're out this door, you might only have about five minutes someone spots you."  she looks like she's concentrating just to stay visible, "Left out of here, then in the elevator up one floor and straight on down to room fifteen.  And use code four fifteen in the elevator to... To... Gah, just go!"  She finally loses her concentration and vanishes.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thistle moans a little at the tigress' skilled caressing.  Her slit is already quite slick with juices, and the her full-body shiver at the touch to the clit makes it quite obvious that she's very sensitive there as well.  Turk moans moans a little bit too, when Thistle's stroking momentarily becomes a slight gripping tug.  "Mmmh, You're  good, little kitty.  I'm not bad at this myself, though."  Her fingers run up, gently sliding back and forth between the tigress' soft pussy lips while the palm of her hand rubs against her clit.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Lance carefully examines, he may see the slight texture of the maze walls, different from where the room was masquerading as the hallway, the walls are almost porous, like dried bone.  As he goes further into the maze, the walls seem less smooth, more organic and rippled.  After turning a corner, the path in front of him seems to stretch on in a straight line for miles.  The distance seems lost in a gray haze, rather than in darkness, as the whole corridor is very well lit.<br/><br/>As Serene sniffs and examines the floor, there is an odd smell.  Not quite animal, but also somehow organic.  Following it leads to a wide trail of green slick film, like some kind of three foot wide slug was traveling down this path.  Just around the corner, the wide trail suddenly stops and the trail continues on in the form of human footprints...  Something about this feels<span style="font-style: italic">very wrong</span>.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Greggory backs off from the very clearly angry dragon, suddenly, the thought of railgun-toting drones and toxic gas are the least of his worries.  "I-I-I-I I'm not!  I'm not a clone!  I just started here!  I haven't died once yet!"  He looks around and swallows nervously.  "They have a way to bring us back, but it's...  It's not good.  They say! They say it's not good!"  So far, he's not terribly convincing.  "I don't want to die, I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>don't."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Scenario Room 1A is slowly filling with the moans and slurping sounds of the scientist and the slime "playing"...  It seems like the slime is securely destracted while the mouse boy searches.  The only way out seems to be the door way that the slime creature used to enter the room in the first place.  Thanks to the scientist's toss, the path to that door is clear!