A twenty-foot desk lay ahead, with an LED display above it reading: CHECK IN. The desk was currently unmanned and there were a dozen more desks just like it standing in front of identical tunnels all around the circumference of the room – one for each of the Installation 23’s multiple airlocks. The whole area should have been teeming with people, new arrivals and departing guests, but it was silent and still. Eerie. "This is not right at all," Miller said. "Where the heck is everybody?"
