We don't risk exploring the semi-dark rooms, and give up without finding anything useful.

But we're so far away from home that we have to sleep here. And without finding any weapons we cannot protect ourselves at night when the Morlocks appear! Weena screams as they drag her off! I chase after her, but in the darkness at least ten Morlocks jump on me! I fight and kick, and injure one of them. And they treat me exactly the same way humans treat an animal that is a danger to its owners. I feel them tie my feet, then I feel a blade in my back. I feel the pain and the blood run down. It's going to be over so quickly. I came all this way into the future, just to die in museum. Goodbye world! I'm sorry, Weena!