The room is fairly dim, as though few people had been inside in years. In fact, you furrow your brows, realizing that if no one had been in here, there shouldn't be any light. You are about to go searching for the source of the dull glow when your eyes adjust enough for you to get a good look at what is around you. Lying atop various tables and benches, as well as scattered across the floor in random piles, are gears, rods, pistons, wires, and every kind of mechanical spare part possible. Although much of it looks like chaos, you can spot various items which look like functioning machines, although you have no idea what their use would be. A thought striking you, you glance back at the mirror.
"Wow, it's like Alice in Wonderland magic!" Leona giggles softly now that the tension has dissipated, poking a finger back and forth through the mirror in a rather carefree fashion.
"Let's NOT do that," you grab her hand and pull it back, giving her a stern glance. "We don't need to tempt that Rambo-lion back here. Besides, I don't think it's magic." You stare at the edges of the mirror carefully, although you cannot make out much, as it appears whatever the device is, its mechanisms have been hidden in the frame.
"Have you seen this place lately? Of course it's magic," Leona sulks at your overly-rational reaction.
"No, I think it's a machine that creates something like a mirage. I've heard of similar concepts, sort of optical camouflage, something about bending light waves, but I thought it was just in the early stages..." you mutter to yourself in deep thought, forgetting that you haven't told Leona about the fact that she was stone for decades rather than months.
"You've been watching too much of that Twilight Zone," Leona smirks, sticking her tongue out at you. "That stuff will rot your brain."
"I only catch the reruns sometimes," you absently reply, still absorbed in the mirror-mirage-machine.
"What're 'reruns'?" Leona gives you a strange look, which finally brings you to your senses.
"Never mind," you quickly reply, turning away from the mirror. The room is so cluttered you are almost afraid to enter, but you would rather take your chances in here than with the gun-toting uber-cat out in the hallway. "Watch your step, we don't want to make too much noise, it might be heard out in the hallway," you warn. Leona nods, then carefully concentrates to move her four paws in your bipedal footsteps. As the two of you tiptoe around the room, you are stunned at the complexity of what you are seeing. The assembled pieces don't look like computer systems, but rather like something out of a steampunk work of art, with gears everywhere. As you cautiously make your way towards the rear of the room in hopes of finding an exit, you finally discover the source of the light. Although extremely dim, as though there is very little current, there are lightbulbs scattered in alcoves throughout the room, which means...
"Electricity!" You gasp. You haven't seem anything electrical since entering this crazy place, so you assumed it was completely off the grid. However, something is supplying electricity to this room. You should have realized it when you saw the mirror-machine. You start to get excited. If there is electricity, maybe there are phones, or radios, or some way to contact the outside world and get help! All you have to do is turn up the electricity...
"Leona, don't move a muscle!" you cry, just realizing your predicament after your wild musings. You and Leona are in the center of the room, surrounded by various machines and mechanisms which you can't identify.
"What is it?" Leona freezes, one paw in midair, and gives you a worried look.
"There's electricity in this room, which means that any of these machines could be active. If they have some sort of sensor or trip switch, we could set them off without meaning to and who knows what they would do," you explain quickly, hoping to impress upon Leona the seriousness of the matter. Probably more influenced by your tone than your reasoning, Leona nods and holds still. You curse yourself for your foolishness, and decide the best way to deal with this would be to move back towards the mirror the way you came, at least until you have a chance to examine the room more carefully. All you have to do is make sure Leona and Cain don't...
"Cain!" you exclaim, suddenly aware of his absence. "Where is he?" As Leona shakes her head in ignorance, you look about wildly. Spotting movement out of the corner of your eye, you turn just in time to spot a fluffy ball of fur stop in front of some sort of machine and raise a paw.
"Cain, wait, don't..." you call softly, trying to entice the pup back to you. Turning to look at you, the mini-mutt cocks its head with its tongue lolling, wags its tail, and presses a pedal on the floor with its paw. "Cain, NO!" you cry.
To your horror, gears start turning and levers and pulleys start moving. The motion starts at the machine Cain is standing in front of, then begins to spread, Rube Goldberg-style, until something in nearly every corner of the room is clattering away. Looking back towards the mirror, you debate whether to stay in the room and take your chances, or make a break for the hallway.