It's a medium-sized room, although there are doors on the opposite wall and the one to the left, which suggest that there's more to this. In the room is a desk and a table, both strewn with papers, some of which have fallen to the floor. On a chair lies an open book. There are no sewing machines in sight—or ants, actually.

"Nothing particularly strange," says Jones, slowly. "I'm not sure I like this. Although it's nice not having to step over ants in here. I've been hearing they get a bit nasty if you step on them."