"I'll go make some hot cocoa," I say to Spector, and head for the kitchen. Spector stares at me, obviously confused. I hear him yell back after a second, "Hot cocoa is not a cure-all, Hanna!"
No matter, I'm almost to the kitchen.
I open the kitchen up and clean out the oven -- yuck, there were still some crispy pieces of lettuce, burnt bread and cookie remains left inside -- and open up the big serving-counter window.
"Where did I put that recipe?" I mutter, going through every cabinet and cupboard. "Aha! I found it!" I say triumphantly to no one in particular. "Wait... what is this? It's not the recipe after all," I remark, disappointed. "Wait a second.... is this a map? It looks like a map! How did I not see this before...? It's a picture of the hospital. HEY! There are a bunch of tunnels in this place!" I turn around slowly. Behind me is a pantry, and behind that, according to the map, there is a secret passage behind that. I slowly walk toward the pantry door, slowly open it, and check over the stone wall at the back. One of the rocks moves! I pull it. I push it. Nothing, it's just a loose rock. I look all around the pantry, and my gaze falls upon a peculiar rock on the ground... tapping it, it pops right open! It's a fake rock, with a lever inside! I pull the lever. Uh oh, maybe that wasn't a good idea, I think with a moan.
The door opens. I step closer and peer down into the dark depths. I move my foot to lean out farther, but, horrors! I TRIP on a bag of sugar!! Unable to regain my balance, I give a half somersault and fall heavily through the door.
"Oof! Aah... AHHH!!!" I've landed on a metal slide... I can't get a grip, I'm sliding into who knows what below! After many downward plunges, twists, and turns, I can finally see the end of the slide. That's good, I think. I can see it. There's light down there!
"Whoa, here it comes!" I shriek, and pop off the slide! Suspended in mid air, I catch the glow of a gold color before falling straight down. Unable to get my feet under me, I curl into a ball and hope for the best...
That didn't sound good, I thought, terrified, waiting for the pain to come. But it DIDN'T come. Where am I? What just happened? I stand up and brush myself off. Shock mingles with relief as I gaze around the small room. I know where I am now.
From wall to wall the floor is covered in about 2 feet of Pringles.
The light is coming from a trapdoor in the ceiling.