"Yeah," Stan agrees, still grinning, and follows. He moves the flashlight all around the place as they head down, looking over the steps and the walls and even up above, once they get far enough in that the teensy bit of light from the outside world starts to disappear. "This musta' taken... I don't know, years. The construction's real solid. Did your uh, your friend, Fiddle... Fiddleston, did he help you with this?"