Andrew stepped into the empty corridor of the Big Ben. Immense gears loomed over him. He continued on in the darkness with his shadow as his only company. Near the end of the immense hall, a door stood ajar. Stealthily he slid into an alcove. Just ahead, he caught a glimpse of a winding staircase that plunged into the tower. Slowly, he began his descent into the mouth of the dragon; there was no turning back, and only danger ahead. He heard a dying scream just as he flung the door open.