So the ladies stick together, as they wander towards the exhibit. It seems fairly straightforward: your standard museum exhibit, somewhat plain but clearly put together by someone who tried their hardest. It's a shame how wrecked it's been: signs are torn and there's more paint on the walls, smearing over the detailed plaques . . . it's as though a mob went through here.

But a few things remain. Ahead: an exhibit still intact, which includes a strange stone. An almost untouched plaque that seems to have a few pertinent facts. And a window, which seems to be looking out at something . . .

Who wants to look at what?