After you get the strength to walk again, you realize it's hopeless to
try and find your way out of here, and decide to try and find a
telephone. "That's dumb," says Dave. "No one's lived
here since 1852 and you expect to find a working telephone?" You
shrug. Dave sighs and follows you. "Oh, well. Maybe we'll
accidentally find a way out of here!"
You peek into dusty wooden doors, revealing dusty old furniture and
cobwebs. Suddenly you come to two brightly colored doors that look
like they' ve been freshly painted. "I think we should go
through the red one," says Dave. You disagree, preferring the
blue one.
Barbara got you into this mess, so you decide to follow Dave. After
several dead ends, you aqnd Dave decide to take a rest.