Galavanting around the abandoned antispace there were so many treasures to find. An old piano, rusty bicycles, a dead birds bones by the boarded up window, and a green plush setee to rest between wandering the large dusty halls.
'Always wear gloves when handling acid' the sign said. In the desert heat who would be silly enough to wear gloves while using acid? Thats just craziness. Oh look its raining! Isnt it?