There's no answer when he knocks, but the door is open. The room is in disarray, clear signs of a struggle. Tayrey's dividing screen has been pulled aside, and on the far wall some shelves have had their contents dumped on the floor, and there's a hole in the wall itself behind them.

Tayrey herself lies curled on the floor, unconscious. There's a fresh, nasty-looking open wound on the side of her head, blood pooling on the floor around. Next to the giant crystal in the corner lies a bloodstained bowling ball.