. inside a tunnel. The sounds started to make sense. A mans voice talking. Words started to make sense“lovely”….. “skirt” ….. “panties�...�……“lower them to your ankles” ……. “ its not going to hurt too much”…….“Are you starting to come around, good”My eyes opened and the sun shone on my face, blinding me.No…. not the sun. there was no heat. The brightness was artificial. The LED lighting panels used by the photographer.It was inches from my face and I couldn’t see anything.It hurt to keep my eyes. But she was wearing a short-skirted sundress with no pockets, “Can you hold onto it for me Harry?” Of course, he would.They had a nice hamburger and fries dinner that was counter to Helen’s healthy eating regimen, but it tasted really good. Especially with the beer. The side of the bar had a couple pool tables that were unused. She had never played pool, either, so she got Harry to show her how. He showed her how to break the balls and to aim and stroke the cue. Several times, Helen appeared to. It worked okay, till one day... I heard... sounds coming from his sideof the apartment, odd sounds... and that smell! I decided that I had tolook into it... So grabbing a fork, I went to his partitions and rippedthe thing open... and stared. Inside he was standing before this vat...that was glowing... with this... liquid flame that slowly began toform... then fade..."THE ATMOSPHERES CHANGED... but..."He turned round and saw me..."YOU! SO NOW YOU KNOW! The time for lies is past! Know you my name. I pointed out the obvious that a security checkpoint at each of the two Freight Yards should prevent anyone from unauthorized entry. I also mentioned that motion detectors in the access tunnels and a backup security post at the four transit stations could also be useful.We grabbed one of the 4-person golf carts and left for our tour. We took the freight elevator up to Level 16 so I could give them a brief tour of that level. As we rode up in the elevator, I explained that Level 16 was about 10%.