"Ha ha ha," laughed the evil, mean Basement. "You thought you had come so far, and now you must face another trial."
I feel like I'm living in the House of Usher this week. Every room has its little frozen-in-time place that has a life of its own, it's not always easy or fun to encounter them. I found some papers I'd been searching for since over a year ago, and now I no longer need them. They were in that room above, far away from where I thought they'd ever be.