He pulled the elevator’s door shut behind them. The three of them fit into it without touching each other. Four would have been a crowd. "Anyone claustrophobic?" T.R. asked. This was merely a formal courtesy, as event planners had already asked Saskia (and presumably Bob) this question three times in the last twenty-four hours. Both she and Bob shook their heads. T.R. hit the "down" button, overhead machinery whined, and they began to descend. "We had a head start on digging this hole," T.R. continued, "because of an old abandoned coal mine that was already here. But it was only four hundred feet deep, and not wide enough."