Where did those eggs come from? Why are they trying to rid of me? These questions tumble around in your head as you begin to take in your surroundings. Turning on your flashlight, you notice a note. It looks like someone was writing about somebody named... Eric? Going up a rockslide, you notice a note by the guy named Eric. Something about flooding in a railway. Wait, railway? You look down just before you would have fallen to your doom. What a precarious system. Pulling a lever, you hear a sound. You can only hope that the egg isn't here...