It was cold the day we found the Grim open and inviting again. It was colder inside the vast and drafty old hulk. We saw evidence of inhabitants in some of the rooms, including a cat box and feeding bowls, and cats, of course. The decay of the roof continues. A few other explorers stepped in for a brief inspection. This time we thoroughly investigated the basement as well as all the better lit floors.
She was grand, but she's dying. Ah, well, so am I, old girl, so am I.