[i]She's not alone here.[/i]

A thick, sticking substance has accumulated on the concrete floor. It creeps from the shadows, casting just enough heat to in turn cast a faint glow, moving at the slowest pace possible while still implying sentience. 

The pile of putty leaves a faint trail like some super-heated mollusk - yet it's not warm enough to burn. It crawls towards the closest life form it can sense; maybe it's looking for comfort in this strange and hollow place.