The cabin doors slid open to reveal a dark, warm room, swarming with obscure antiques and overrun with ivy. The scent of eucalyptus flooded the air. A skinny, frosty-haired gentleman hunched over his ancient desk and hammered away at what appeared to be a typewriter, while murmuring to himself. He clambered out of his chair. With a wide grin and a vigorous handshake, he introduced himself.