My sister-in-law S and I had a few minutes to spare so we took a quick look around the gift shop. There was nothing of interest to us there. Still with time on our hands we popped through another low door, thinking that this was also the entrance to a shop.

Inside two elderly, deformed men were playing table tennis, while a third lay drowning in a vat of thick white gloss paint. When I rushed to pull the dying man to safety, the other two captured poor S and wickedly submerged her in the place of their rescued companion.