132 - Go WES--- You know WHAT? I think it's obvious what we're gonna do here. All we ever do is go WEST! I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF GOING WEST! ARGH!

You proceed west.

You find yourself in a DUCTWORK ROOM with LADDERS and a STRANGE LOOKING D--- Wait. Is that

JILL: Rhys? Rhys O'Callahan?

RHYS: What? Wha--- how did you find me?

JILL: What are you doing here? Why are you working on that D---

RHYS: I came down here to get away from everyone! So I could work undisturbed on the final stages of my---

JILL: Rhys! It's me, Jill! Don't you remember me?

RHYS: Jill? Whatever! You're probably just here to interfere with my work on the---

JILL: Rhys, get a hold of yourself!

RHYS: I can't let you interfere with my work! You'll just ruin my D---

JILL: Wait! No!

The MAN activates a SWITCH and a set of BLAST DOORS descend, blocking off the middle of the room.

Curse you, RHYS O'CALLAHAN!

You pull out THE STYLIZER and set it to TURBO HEAT in frustration. Those BLAST DOORS are sealed tight, so there's no way you can get through to RHYS and his... well, you'll just call it a PLOT DEVICE for now. RHYS seems different... but just as infuriating as ever!

Man! Seeing him with that... PLOT DEVICE... sure was a SHOCKING REVELATION, THE LIKES OF WHICH MAY ONLY RARELY BE MATCHED, THOUGH PREFERABLY WITH GREATER THAN 2-BIT CLARITY!

To the WEST is a DEAD END, sealed off as it is by the BLAST DOORS. Exits are EAST (which just seems wrong) and UP.

Yeah, you're going UP.

>Go UP