Rachel doesn't have much to say to that. Television has yet to get aliens right, so far as she knows.

The hall they're walking down remains dark, lit only by the light Mel is holding. Rachel notices the change in texture beneath her feet several paces before the space changes visually.

Large stone blocks into smaller red brick. More like wandering the halls of an old, abandoned building than a drafty castle.

"A scenery change means something new is coming for us."