The one with more doors would be chosen. Other colours darted off this way as well, into the gloom and the darkness. Yellow, Red, Green. Each step taken was another towards their goal... Or, away from it. Perhaps both; maybe in this mismatched maze of corridoors and hallways even space itself fell prey to the Borehole. Blue 5 was their goal, and it lay somewhere in this place. R16. B3. B4. Y31. Then there was an open door, the blue line circling past a rusted sign. Through the door however, there was nothing. Up above, jagged metal and scorchmarks showed the passage of something large and sparking, and the floor of this area had collapsed through time and time again, leading to a vortex of black that swallowed up any hope their objective would be that easy. They would need to descend, then, one way or another.