When they were on their way again, Sam asked:“Did you ever read Arnold Hauser’s The Social History of Art?”Henry said he hadn’t.“My mum was ...very big on him. She’d found all four volumes in a second-hand store. Apparently, Hauser, who was a Hungarian Marxist, argued that art – which began as flat, symbolic, formalized, abstract, and concerned with spiritual beings – became more realistic as societies become less hierarchical and authoritarian, and more bourgeois. I’m not sure I get the details. .. Laura, don't worry about anything. I've taken care of it all. Both Johnny and Deke Vito. Here, drink your coffee and get dressed. I left a bathrobe in that bathroom for you." He handed her the cup and got up."Mrs. Dutton, don't you worry about a thing," Harry said from the other side of the room."Thank you... thank... Harry." But her voice was interrupted again by her tears."Go ahead, get it all out of your system. We'll be in the living room," said Mr. Mornay.They left her, shutting the. " Well that much is true, but I don't know how long I'm staying here. I have to talk to Colonel Martin tomorrow and work out how we will function." I said."My god this place is so cool. I can't believe I will be working here," she said."You won't be. It's a subcontractor gig. They will just be one of many clients, I hope." I said."But I like it here," she said."Trust me Oz, you wouldn't like it here, if you knew the things that go on," I said. "But you do have a point. No sense you paying rent. Meanwhile, the ancient door looked like it was dragged straight out of some Dwarvish mine from Mordor.James walked forward and knocked on the door a few times. “Clunk Clunk Clunk.” Rang out in the eighth level. James then tried pushing on the door only to find it swung open easily and without any resistance.The moment the door opened, it revealed an old worn stone staircase leading down into pitch blackness. An ominous black mist poured out from beyond the door. James didn’t even need to scry.