“So, any mechanical horrors?” Maggie jumped as Christopher came up behind her. She looked around. To her right, at the bottom of the stairs, was what looked like a closet, while on her left was a door with a small, red and white painted heart. She peeked inside and saw a small bathroom.
“Oh, you have to see this,” Christopher called from further down the hallway. Maggie walked past what had to be the basement door to find Christopher in the kitchen. It was huge. There was a massive, steel fridge in one corner, a big gas stove, dishwasher and enough cupboards and counter space to make a small restaurant feel jealous. Christopher was sitting on the edge of a dining table made from thick, smooth planks. It looked completely out of place in the otherwise high-tech kitchen.