Keenan blinks. "...Amaranth?" he says.

Then he shakes his head. "Primavera, how much of the run-down do you remember?" He indicates a desk at the foot of a bed, with a crystal ball, some rather steampunk switches, and a scroll with the words "Being A Map Of The Dreaming of Keenan Caine."

There are six beds so equipped. These beds are... just beds.