A dilapidated chandelier hangs in the middle of the foyer.

Inside of the room skulls surround the mantle of the fireplace and various creepy insects crawl around the room. You whip out a tricorder and survey the room.

"Lots of lifeform readings." you say.

A woman appears. She smiles wickedly.

"Recognize me?" She says.

"Seska?" Tom stares incredulously.

"That's right, Flyboy. If I were you, I'd turn back while I could." She laughs manically and fades away like a mist.

"Intriguing." Seven says. "Observe this."

To the right of the room is a small alove in which a coffin is sitting. The man inside has a horrible look on his face and rats are chewing on him.

"Gross." remarks Tom.

"It appears that he has been dead for only a short period of time." Data explains from the data on his tricorder.

"Do you suppose he was killed by the rats?" Tom asks queasily. He backs away from the coffin, and you follow his lead. It looks as though the man had lain down for the rats to eat him.

"It is possible." Data admits. "Readings indicate that he died from loss of blood."

"It would be ridiculous to allow yourself to die in such a way." Seven says. You hear a noise to the left.

"We should move on." Data says heading for the room to the left.