And here lies the ELEVATOR which will take you above sea-level, into your GRAND FAIRWAY. It is one of the few alterations you have made to this glorified dump during your self-imposed time of residency.
You have spent the entirety of today taking one last look at all of these rooms, worthless mementos of the past hanging over them like specters. All pointless.
An old friend of yours used to say that memories are precious things meant to be cherished and preserved. The more you grew up, the less true his words rang.
You believe you've had just about enough of this hive to last a lifetime.