Parson and Wanda are descending a stairwell. It is wide with a slow decline. Wanda is in the lead carrying a glowing light, with Parson trailing, using a hand on the inner wall to brace himself. There is no outer railing. The passage is dark gray stone, and poorly lit.
Parson Gotti: I'm just trying to imagine how that could have gone any worse.
Wanda Firebaugh: Do you suppose that's the best use of your imagination right now?