You open the door. A flickering light at the top of the room illuminates your path as your eyes attempt to adjust. You can hear your feet on the ground, crackling, like walking on dead leaves. As you near the far end of the room you see the faint outline of a white sheet, with what appears to be the shape of a body underneath. Perhaps this is one of the crew. But you know, after three years, that he must be dead. And you shudder to think of what he looks like after all this time. Rejoin the Group Remove the Sheet