The man at the turnstile looks at the origami swans, takes them, repeats his usual spiel in a surprised and somewhat subdued tone, and directs Marissa:<br/><br/>"Through there, first door on the left, have a nice day..."<br/><br/>The first door on the left leads to a plain white, white-on-white, and pristine ivory cube, ten feet on a side. There is a desk, two chairs, a clipboard with some paperwork on it, and a note that reads:<br/><br/>Please get started.  I'll be right back.