Well, we waited. We may have been have knocked three times, but no-one
came (not yet anyway). The Flincher had stood us up.
We walked back up the corridor (past the blasted door and the black path),
up the angled corridor, and then along the smaller north-south corridor,
which would ultimately take us back to main reception.
We passed this exterior door. Well, I assume it was an exterior door – it was now
a bank of soil, rubble and plants. Were they going to demolish the CRX or bury it?
