... a vaulted chamber lit by a single bulb.

 

The angle itself of the room tries to take you away from the correct door.

 

Someone knocked the table.

 

The crash echoed from the ceiling and whispered away down the corridors.

 

I signaled to the poster on the floor that every week is done with a purpose.

 

And mentioned the book they received at the beginning of this journey.

 

"Make sure to take that with you," I said.

 

“You can never tell when you might need it."

 

"Take what?" they wanted to know.

 

"Isn't it obvious?"

 

Taking a vote among themselves they went on to ...