Log Entry 131110.85

I will be honest. As Troy explained the way to Luke, it didn't look good. Troy's description and detail were second to none, but Luke watched blindly as Troy drew imaginary diagrams on the ground. It also became evident that Troy had a very good reason for not considering the Jeffries tubes and ventilation shafts to be a good way to navigate the spacestation.
The spacestation is egg-shaped with a hollow interior for ships to dock in. The 'shell' is made up of three decks that run around it in layers like an onion, so big that we didn't even notice the ground curving away beneath our feet. It explained why I had come up through the floor when I had left the Earhart too. What this all meant was that the decks and corridors run for mile upon mile with few shafts big enough to crawl through.
This all became evident as Troy pointed out the path he had intended to take. He also highlighted other key areas of the ship: air traffic control, engine rooms, crew quarters, the kitchens where we had taken refuge earlier, the various laboratories including AL3, the room in which he had been imprisoned, the interrogation areas, the experimentation rooms and the detention area where abductees were held.
"It's a veritable maze!" exclaimed Al.
"I told you," replied Troy. "And I have no idea if ... any ... of the ... service shafts ... run ..."
The end of Troy's sentence was disjointed with distraction and deservedly so. Luke had stood up and turned to the wall where he removed a panel and then disappeared inside. We all stared at the hole in the wall.
"Um, do you think we should follow?" asked Al.
Surprisingly, it was Rutter that stepped forward.
"On the basis that he seems to be the only one that has any idea what to do ..." and he too disappeared through the hole.
We all filed in behind and sealed the way behind us.