Lewis heard Oswald’s scream and began to make his way in the direction of which it came. After what seemed like minutes he saw Oswald as he turned into yet another glass corridor. He began to race toward him.
          "OSWALD," he yelled from only several doors away.
          Oswald turned just as a tall greying figure leapt out in front of Lewis.
          "LEWIS," Oswald screamed and was promptly frightened into silence by the Token Black Guy who had wandered over to see what all the commotion was about.
          Lewis stared at the tall man in front of him.
          "Who the hell are you?" he snapped.
          "I, my lanky Yankee friend am the Sean Connery," replied the man in a brisk English accent.
          "You look nothing like Sean Connery," scowled Lewis.
          "Don’t I?" replied the Sean Connery, his eyebrows expressing at a phenomenal rate.
          Lewis watched mesmerised for a moment, shook his head and then made a run for it. The Sean Connery let out a maniacal laugh and lolled about on the glass walls.
          "Lewis, you came to save me," Oswald smiled.
          "Yeah…believe what you want," Lewis panted.
          "We better find Drew and Kate and get out of here," Oswald babbled.
          "Somehow I think that might be slightly more challenging than we thought," Lewis sighed.
          Both men look around them, they were surrounded by ghosts: the Buddy Holly, the Token Black Guy, No Neck, the Sean Connery, and the Music Man.
          "We’re in trouble aren’t we buddy," Oswald swallowed.
          "I think that’s a resounding yes," Lewis sarced.
          "Wake up, time to die," chirped the Token Black Guy.
          "You can’t say that, it’s from another horror movie," the Buddy Holly scorned.
          "Alright…alright…it’s killing time," the Token Black Guy offered.
          "Now that’s just bad," No Neck sighed.
          "How about…it’s flesh ripping time," the Sean Connery suggested.
          "I like that," the Buddy Holly perked.
          They fell silent and began to close in on Oswald and Lewis.
          "WAIT," screamed the Canadian bolting down the corridor.
          "God, what now Canadian," the Buddy Holly snapped.
          "A bus load of tourists have just turned up…I think we should kill them first…Randy is keeping watch on them…c’mon," the Canadian rambled, pointing back down the corridor.
          "Tourists you say…where are they from?" asked the Sean Connery.
          "Ah…Saskatchewan," replied the Canadian.
          "Saskatchewan? Why the hell are they here then?" the Buddy Holly asked.
          "Er, Contiki Tour," the Canadian said hopefully.
          The ghosts looked at each other.
          "We might as well check it out," replied the Token Black Guy.
          The ghosts began to disappear down the corridor.
          "I’ll watch the mortals," chirped the Canadian before he turned to Lewis and Oswald. "Go now…use the glass the protect yourself," he babbled and then winked at Lewis before he too disappeared.
          "I think he likes you," Oswald mused, turning to Lewis.
          "He doesn’t like me," scowled Lewis, studying the glass.
          "What is all that writing?" Oswald asked.
          "Latin," Lewis replied.
          "I wonder what it says," Oswald giggled.
          "It says ‘Made in China’….’Breakable’ and ‘CSM was here’," Lewis gasped.
          Oswald looked from the glass to Lewis and then back to the glass. He couldn’t tell if Lewis was being serious or not.
          "Give me a hand to grab a panel we’ll use it for protection," Lewis announced.
          After several minutes they managed to yank one of the glass panels free. Lewis stood head and shoulders over it. "Bloody architects," he hissed.