[It quickly becomes apparent that there at least someone has been here. Some corn cobs scattered the floor here and there, long dried. Apple cores sat in mulchy piles of ripe brown.]

[Observing without a word, Virgil tried to keep quiet. His leg betrayed him, hissing with each bend of the knee and the occasional squeal of strain. The young man's eyes stayed trained on the great mass, occasionally craning his head up to see. It seemed to be stemming from what used to be the climate control system, pipes holding it precariously stable.]

Dis ting vasn't here before. Is fascinating.

[His voice was hushed, but full of wonderment[