> "Yeah, well it's just regular chaos now. I hope I don't have to go grazing kitchen knives."
> Left first!
> "Hmph." Alice makes a small noise of agreement.
> You take the left door first.
> Sitting at the center of the floor here is a large metal cauldron, too heavy for even the water to lift off the ground. Corked vials, beakers, and other containers float freely, while the shelves are too cluttered to allow as much movement. There's a worn-looking wooden desk crammed between the shelves, complete with a chair that has pillows and cushions tied to it. Spread across the floor is a large rug.
> "Can you see anything through the sleeve hole from where you are?"
> "Just the hem of your sleeve," Alice says, "And a lot of water."
> _