The image on the door shifts and shimmies, almost as if it's trying to change while being watched.<br/><br/>The door swings wide with an ominous, rusty creak...but no answer comes from inside.  Peering in, Scott finds the place empty...entirely empty.  No sinks.  No mirrors.  No stalls.  No Doctor Munigant.  Nothing but some rather fresh looking red paint one one wall, coppery scented graffiti that declares<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">U R NOW LEEVING CHEZBORD ZIRO</span></strong><br/><br/>and below this, in smaller lettering<br/><br/><strong>Prss "Any" key<br/>or doo nuthing<br/>2 kontinu downz</strong><br/><br/>Well.  That's helpful.<br/><br/>Closer attention to the symbol gets less painful after a few moments, but it remains generically unpleasant and unsettling.  It might be a magic circle or something, of the sort medieval daemonologists might use to contain something big and nasty.<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Maybe it's Alexander's day, and maybe not, for the figure halts and seems to turn back.  Then it scampers off, giggling at a girlish pitch that seems unsettling.<br/><br/>Before he can follow, a breeze-borne scrap of paper catches against his leg.  Breeze?  There is no breeze!  Just this fog.  There's something written on it...<br/><br/>It's a sketch, done in the style of Leonardo da Vinci, for what appears to be an automated toy village driven by a huge meat grinder.  Yuck.  And some joker has added the words 'you are here' with an arrow pointing to the hopper.  How very pleasant.<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Zach rushes ahead into the fog, pipe at the ready.  He finds yet another smear of fresh red paint on the ground just as he catches up to the figure!  No time to read now...<br/><br/>It turns to greet him.  It has no face.  And it reaches for him with wicked, grasping claws, chest opening like a mouth, slavering whip of a tongue questing for his flesh!