Hindsight being the funny thing that it is, showed in theory at least that calling "hello" may not have been the best initial approach to the problem. The second floor was even more decayed than the main if such a thing was possible. Power was still hooked up to the lift, but lights were down. Fuses, blown bulbs hard  to say. Rays of light making cones shine through the broken skylights and the large room ahead has to be where the contact was to wait.<br/><br/>The room might have been a lobby at some point. Its lights are smashed, its elegance long gone. A chair is on the far side and she can see her contact sitting quietly in it.