Holy cow. Look at the cobwebs in here. What is this place? It seems to be... some kind of storage or ...dumping ground...or something. Oh, look -- there's something written on the wall over here. Give me your library card. Maybe I can scrape some of the dust and residue off to see what it says. Hm. "Thoreau". Weird. Where have I heard that name before? And what's with all these old mirrors? Wait. Wait. Just a second. I know where I am. Um, I have to go now or else I'll be trapped for hours in a dangerous reflective room, and I'll never get the house clean for the company that will be here in four hours.
But. Maybe I could just clean out some of these cobwebs while I'm here.
No. No. I've got to go. But maybe I can come back in a few days when everyone's gone. I can clean out then.
Man. This place looks like my garage.
All right. Really. I've got to get out now, or I'll never get out.
