The light from Abby’s hand illuminates the large room to a point, but the dark holds strong in the corners of the open space. Frank (careful not to stray too far from her side) examines the collapsed welcome desk, the broken chairs, and the other remains still struggling to survive against the thick island roots overtaking the floor.

Frank spots a large lump draped over a long table, and tugs on Abby’s arm to grab her attention. She lights up her other hand and directs a beam of light to the far corner.