You land hard on a metal floor that rattles faintly all around you. The noise of an engine far below masks the sound of your fall. It's dark here, save for light filtering in through a nearby grating.

Don't move yet. Shadows flicker past that grate, the shadows of booted feet walking heavily on metal. With them comes the voice of the host of this whole place, of this entire heart, but it's different. Gone is his usual warmth and spirit. He's all business.

"Yes, sir. I'm the only one who has the device to defuse it, and they'd need the passwords too." A pause; you feel heavy, frozen in place by the need to hear this out. "Intruders, sir?" The footsteps stop, and when they resume again a second later they're lighter, more cautious. "I'll take care of that..." Another pause in the one-sided conversation, and he starts walking away. But when he speaks next, it's still perfectly clear. "No, you don't need to worry, sir. Feelings won't come into it. I follow orders, sir. I'll deal with them."

And the footsteps recede, then fade. It's impossible to tell where he went, but you're safe now--for the moment.