[Will we? Look at this place, Erik. Even if there was something that could trigger my memories, it's probably buried under tons of rubble or dissolved into rust.]
Erik walked along the facility's wall, his clones spreading out to search for alternative entrances. The concrete showed its age—cracks spider-webbed across the surface, and chunks of concrete, metal, and stone had fallen away to reveal rusted rebar.
But then, one of his clones called out to him. The clones found something fifty meters along the mountainside—a ventilation shaft, partially hidden by overgrowth but still intact.
Erik headed there. The shaft's metal grating had rusted through in places, but the opening was large enough to enter. More importantly, it led deeper into the ground.
[A ventilation shaft. How dramatic. If this were a movie, this would be where the ominous music starts.]
