The green palace stood ruined, with broken windows and fallen green sheets. Inside, dust covered a long gallery that looked like an old museum. Huge skeletons of extinct creatures rose from the grey, silent floor. Weena held my hand while I searched the dusty shelves. Some glass cases kept old objects safe, but many exhibits had crumbled. Fossils lay broken, and stuffed animals had shrunk into black dust. In another hall, books hung like rags from warped boards. Their pages had rotted, so no words remained to read. A lower gallery sloped into darkness, with cracked lamps overhead. Small footprints marked the dust, and odd noises echoed below. Weena trembled, and I knew the Morlocks were near. I took her hand and moved away from the blackness. I needed a weapon, so I found a lever on a machine. I pulled it hard until it snapped into a heavy iron bar. The bar felt strong enough to guard us from Morlocks. I carried it while Weena stayed close beside me. In a sealed chemistry gallery, I found a box of matches. They were dry, and one bright flame made me smile. I also found camphor, a waxy substance that burned brightly. I put it in my pocket for light and safety. I returned toward the Time Machine before recovering it. I planned to sleep in the open, protected by a fire. At dawn, I would use my iron bar on the bronze doors. The museum had given me tools, but not the machine yet.