The dreary maze of wooden boards bends and twists in places you know that it didn't the last time you were here. The halls feel much larger at some points, distressingly cramped at others. You even have to crawl on your hands and knees at least once.

You still see no sign of any local monstrosities, and somehow, inexplicably, this ever-changing place still feels dreadfully familiar. A sense of deja-vu seems to be guiding you like a flawless compass.

You skip past the door to Dr. Man's lobby. Somehow you know that if you keep completely to your right, you'll come out into the surgical lobby. Keep straight, and there's only more maze.

To your left...there's something you feel very, very drawn to, despite the sense that you're also not going to like it.