Fiona crawls
through the tunnel, Curly walking in front of her, Larry and Mo
bringing up the rear. The tunnel walls and floor are metallic and
silver, she can make out a dim reflection of herself.
“Not the
most dignified I've ever looked,” she says.
“Beg your
pardon, m'lady?” Strauss asks.
“Nothing,”
she replies, “Just talking to myself. How much further will I have
to crawl?”
“We are
almost there, m'lady.”
Shortly
after, they come to a grill set into the floor. Then Curly leans
over to prise it open, revealing a very sanitary white corridor
below. Fiona wastes no time in lowering herself to the ground, with
Larry and Mo following.
Looking up,
Fiona asks “Have we been crawling through the air conditioning
ducts?”
