You were rudely awakened by the thumps and creaks of footsteps outside your door. A faint like flickered through the doorcrack, a quiet mumble heard outside as the light dimmed. Sock clad feet made their way to the door, gently pushing it open.

There were buttons, buttons everywhere. Rows and collums, so much so the walls were caked in them, like thick barnacles to old whales. Illuminated by the torch, you saw Vilbur muttering to himself as he stared at you, a cornered animal.