It comes, then, as no surprise to find the doors to the theater open easily and with a lack of squeaking.  For a moment you stand in the portal, gazing into the black maw of the site of a nightmare long dormant...<br/><br/>From somewhere deep in the bowels of the building, you hear music: tinny, a bit mechanical, but music nonetheless.<br/><br/>The show must go on, it appears!  And so must you.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the lobby seems mercifully free of opposition, but the many mannequins dangling from barbed wire nooses give the scarred and barren chamber a distasteful air.  From here you may proceed through either of two main doors into the theater proper, up stairs to the balcony, or through a side door into whatever offices may remain.