You find that almost every inch of the floor of the lab is covered with junk, various instruments, bottles (some are empty) containing bugs, and your way forward is blocked by several large instruments, which block your view of what lies ahead. Walls are replaced by cabinets filled with specimens and lab reports, several Pompaca Floro hover above them, buzzing. You take a tentative step, and just before you fall on the junk, a hand reaches out from behind the instruments and holds your arm. It's Dr. Kena. "Are you all right?" You sigh as you stare at the short, unkempt girl in front of you.