Cal lets Trilla lead on where to go, the metal hallways are vast and unfamiliar and instill nothing but a deep sense of fear; of course they should after what he'd witnessed in that room with those guards and the chair he'd found her in.

He doesn't want to know what kind of pain could draw a scream from someone like that, and he wishes he'd gotten here sooner to spare her some of it. The least he could do is see to it that they escape this nightmare.

The door slides open and he has no time to wonder how it worked before she slides down against the wall. Cal finds himself pacing back and forth in the confined space. What if there were more of them? The ground shifts and the floor is rising - it's a lift.

Metal hilt still held in hand, he has about a thousand questions right now.

"Do you know this place?"