In a direct contrast to what they had walked through, the workshop was clean.

Boxes were neatly stacked along the left wall, he could see an assortment of metal pieces in the one closest to him, clearly having come from the walls in the maze. Each of the boxes had a label, something scrawled across them in messy handwriting in a language he didn’t recognise.

Next to the door was a bin full of papers, some scrunched into balls while others were merely folded. She giggled as she picked up the piece on the top, showing him what looked like blueprints of a bike. The words on it matched the writing on the boxes for its messiness and unknown language.

Framed over the bin were two sets of blueprints, lovingly kept in glass. The first was what looked like a set of metal wings, they looked familiar but he didn’t recognise from where. The second was a mechanical spider – he glared at the well-drawn sketch.

On the right wall was tools, sorted into sets based on what they would do – he wasn’t much for building himself but his sister-in-law had been proud to show off her own tool set and he could recognise the wrenches and blow torches for what they were.

At the back wall was a large desk, illuminated by red lights. Something was under construction, although he couldn’t tell what.

Sat at the desk was a man, he was slumped over head on the desk. Liam could hear him snoring from the entrance.

“Really?” she said, sounding annoyed. “Time to get up, old man. We have a guest.”