Part 7 of 57

I was running with I Alfred. We were doing our best to get out of the operating room before 1987 returned. We zigzagged in and out of rooms, and came to a deadend. We were in a room with a giant persian rug underneath a grand dining room table. I Alfred rolled up a part of the rug, and revealed a dark staircase. More stairs. Forever going down. I figured I had no choice but to follow I Alfred down the stairs. She led me down the stairs, and she began to explain a little about the robots' intentions with me, who 1987 was, and who the child migrant workers were. It is gonna take a while to explain.