Amazingly, he managed to navigate through the mists, without incident, though the sounds of movement and groaning metal echoed around them.<br/><br/>A metal hulk yawns out of the mist before them, an open hole in the side allowing entrance, the mist swirling and flowing around the looming structure. Here, Johanna stepped in first, peering around.<br/><br/>The air is unnaturally cold in this empty atrium. Metal doorways yawn to the north and south, and the slanted floor is strewn with strange bits of rubble and twisted lengths of metal. The ceiling is badly damaged here, its gray metal shell shattered in numerous places, exposing coils of rusty, mold-covered cables and wires.