The fan she built, still partially hooked into the system, keeps running. It keeps the gas out of her hidey-hole, at the very least, though without the constant current, it runs only sporadically. Who knows how much time she might have?
She does, at the least, appear dead. At that, though everything continues running, the house of mirrors fills with sirens and blinking lights, and a big banner drops from the ceiling down the hall, adding to the macabre sign.
"Congratulations!" a clown head on one wall speaks in a high-pitched manic shriek. "You're the first casualty on this month's episode of... MURDERWORLD!"
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