A lab door like any other, save for a garish science fiction poster hastily taped across the width of the door. You enter and before you lays an organized lab, color coded notebooks stacked atop each other among huddles of flourishing, potted plants. Evidence that someone just walked in is laid out in the hastily kicked off shoes by the lab table, a coat thrown haphazardly across the back of a chair and a slight trail of dirt leading away to cluttered shelves lining the back wall. You let yourself back out before the occupant returns.