The sound of my stifled sneeze was a faint phut! in the surprisingly muffled room. I stood up on something that felt squishy.

Fishing my lighter out and flicking it on, I squinted in the dim illumination. By estimation the room was about 20 by 20 feet, the walls cement blocks. On the wall to my right was stacked a line of pallets varying from three to six high. Sloppy.

A glance down told that the squishiness was fiberglass insulation. There was some of it out on the ground where I stood and I could see what I now recognized to be rolls of it lining the walls.

Six quick steps into the center of the room failed to reveal an entrance. The worst possible thing to happen, but I’d just have to make the most of it.

Two and a half minutes work shifted a few of the rolls of insulation away from the wall and into a loose sort of circle. Squeezing between two, I pulled the gap closed behind me, let my lighter go out, and hunkered down to wait.