You and 8 step into an odd room with glossy wooden floorboards and a wall lined with mirrors. A horizontal handrail of some sort travels along the mirrors, and the only other notable feature is a small red box lying on the floor.
"Weird, I wonder what kind of room this is supposed to be." says 8. "But look, 10, that box is painted red too. Maybe it's something useful that Dr. Steinburg wants us to take."
You cautiously approach the box, preparing yourself for any number of bizarre surprises that might emerge. As you pick it up with both hands, you discover that it's much lighter than you expected. You pull open the lid with the caution of someone attempting to disarm a landmine, and let out a small laugh of confusion at what you find inside.
"Well?" says 8, still standing at the doorway.
You hold up the pair of glittering golden slippers, letting the box fall to the ground.
"Huh, a bit gaudy, but you should probably swap them out for your mossy shoes." says 8.
"Mossy... what?" you say, as you look down at your own shoes and discover with horror that some particles of green moss from the green garden are still clinging to them.
"Oh, shit!" you exclaim. "How long has that been there?"
"It wasn't super noticeable at first, but I think it might be spreading." says 8.
"Crap!" you shout, kicking your shoes off.
"Those slippers don't look like they'll offer much protection, but it's better than running around in your bare feet, I guess." says 8.
You nod and bend down to slip on the golden shoes. As you slide them onto your feet, a pair of thin golden ribbons wrap around your ankles like snakes.
"Well, looks like they're a perfect fit. Come on, 10 let's go." says 8, but something is distracting you.
It sounds like someone playing classical music over the speakers, at an almost subliminal volume.
"Do you hear that?" you ask, turning back to 8.
"Hear what? Come on, let's go." she says impatiently.
"The music, it's getting louder."
"Huh? I don't hear anything." she replies, "It might be coming from another room or something. Now let's go, 10."
But you don't feel like leaving. Something about the music is really distracting to you. You find yourself walking over the the mirrored wall with the handrail.
"10, what are you doing?" says 8, sounding exasperated.