The corridor is clear of any humanoid traffic. Six meters to the east was a closed hatch. Fifteen meters to the west was another--neither dogged, but also not as heavy.  The corridor itself was lined with pipes and ducts, clearly part of the living and breathing infrastructure of this place. Surprisingly not as grimy and hardened against the wear and tear that being this close to a black hole would lead you to expect.<br/><br/><em>Which way, O Huntress?</em>