>> Take inventory.

C: “Got everything I need…lucky me.”

Your coat is crumpled across your legs, and you can feel items heavy in the pockets. You pick it up, and check it over, dazzling yourself for a moment with the flashlight that’s still hooked in the front pocket.

Blinking away stars, you rummage in your coat and still find it full of everything you had with you. Your lighter. Sully’s gun.Walkie-talkie. Map. Coffee (it’s still cold).Wrench. Tweezers.

For a moment you think that you’ve lost the coin you found, but you remember that you had slotted it into the space on the dais in the other room.