The door is heavy - perhaps not surprising at this point, since Team Science has long since determined that the entire bungalow is surrounded by metal and concrete - but still moveable on internal hinges, swinging open with a tortured-sounding creak. The inside is small and quite dark, one room, illuminated only by a pair of dim overhead lights. The left third of the room is a set of counters and cabinets scattered with junk covered in a thick layer of dust. There's a terminal set into one of the countertops. The setup is reminiscent of a cramped science lab.

The right two thirds is dominated by some kind of massive machine. Four floor-to-ceiling bars sit in a circular track around a plinth, motionless, but bereft of the same dust and detritus found in the rest of the room. A layer of cracked and discolored safety glass separates the machine from everything else with an open space for a door in the center.