When Eve and her new friend left the infirmary, she decided to explore a little. When she told this plan to the ink blob (She really had to find out his name), he did a little head bob motion and grabbed her hand. He pulled her down the hall, where she saw an office with the name 'Sammy Lawrence' above the door. The door was blocked by a broken pipe that was spouting ink into a pool. She saw another tape recorder with Wally's name on it. She turned to the blob and asked, "Are you Wally Franks?"

The blob made a laughing kind of noise and shook his head no. Eve pouted, then pushed play on the recording.

"So I go to get my dustpan the other day and guess what? I can't find my stupid keys. It's like they disappeared into thin air or something. All I can think of is that they must have fallen into one of the garbage cans as I was making my rounds last week. I just hope that no one tells Sammy. Because if he finds out I lost my keys again, I'm outta here.

Eve looked at the recorder, then at her ax. She looked at the blob and asked in a very serious voice, "Can I just break down the closet door? Obviously there is something there, and I am NOT going through all the trash cans in this area." Blobby (his temporary name) tilted his head the made an 'after you' gesture. Eve took that as her cue and started trying to bust the door down. It didn't work, though.

She sighed and said glumly, "Let's get this over with." They found the keys in the projector booth, though she stopped to listen to the recording up there, this time marked with the name 'Norman Polk'.

"Every day the same strange thing happens. I'll be up here in my booth, the band will be swinging, and suddenly Sammy Lawrence just comes marching in and shuts the whole thing down. Tells us all to wait in the hall. Then I hear him. He starts up my projector, and he dashes from the projector booth and down to the recording studio like the little devil himself was chasing behind. Few seconds later, the projector turns off. But Sammy, he doesn't come out for a long time. This man is weird. Crazy weird! I have half a mind to talk to Mr. Drew about this. But then again, I have to admit, Mr. Drew has his own peculiarities."

Eve shrugged and asked Blobby if he was Norman. He shook his head no and made the chuckling noise again. They walked back to the closet and opened the door, where a recorder with Sammy's name on it was waiting. Eve sighed and pushed play. Seriously, the amount of audiologs in this place was ridiculous!

"Every artistic person needs a sanctuary. Joey Drew has his and I have mine. To enter, you need only know my favorite song.

The banjo playfully plucks. The piano delicately calls. The banjo once again strums its melody. The violin shudders with a piercing voice.

Sing my song and my sanctuary will open to you."

Eve laughed nervously and said, "Guess he really wanted some peace and quiet, huh?" Blobby nodded and grabbed her hand again. He led her down the hall and into the recording studio. Once inside, he dropped her hand and his valve, and pointed to the projection booth. Eve asked, " You gonna turn on the projector for me, then?" Blobby gave her a thumbs up and vanished through the floor.

Eve walked onto the stage that had all the instruments except for the piano, which was halfway across the room. She heard the projector click on and quickly plucked a note from each instrument, barely making it before the projector turned off. She saw the metal door that marked the sanctuary light up and clatter open. Before she entered however, she saw an audiolog with the name 'Susie Campbell'. Blobby had come back down at this point and grabbed his valve, so Eve asked, "Susie Campbell was Alice Angel, wasn't she?" Remembering the posters with the singing angel that they had seen on the way here.

Blobby nodded and pushed play on the audiolog before Eve could.

"It may only be my second month working for Joey Drew, but I can already tell I'm going to love it here! People seem to really enjoy my Alice Angel voice. Sammy says she may be as popular as Bendy someday. These past few weeks I have voiced everything from talking chairs to dancing chickens. But this is the first character I have really felt a connection with. Like she's a part of me. Alice and I, we're going places.

Eve stared at the audiolog, more than a little creeped out. "So basically, she is that crazy? Because, that is just messed up!" Blobby made a shrugging motion and went into the sanctuary. Eve followed him, still feeling creeped out by the audiolog. She passed a row of cellos into a small room. It had a desk with a stool, a toilet, and a set of pipes with a valve marked 'FLOW'. She cranked the valve, which took a few minutes due to how sticky it was.

Walking out, Eve looked up at the projection booth and stopped. She thought that she saw something up there, but when she went for a second look, there was nothing. Deciding it was her imagination, she left, not noticing the thing that watched her leave.

Blobby led her back to the infirmary, and handed her the valve he had been carrying. He then vanished into the floor. Eve stared at the spot he disappeared at for a few seconds, then shrugged and put the valve in place. Cranking it took even longer than the first one, since she had to be careful not to pull it back out on accident. When she turned around, Blobby was right behind her.

Eve shrieked in surprise and jumped about a foot in the air. Blobby made his laughing noise and clutched his middle. "Oh, come on! That wasn't funny!" Eve said indignantly. Her attention was drawn to the audiolog in his hand. It had the name 'Jack Fain' on it. Blobby followed her line of site and held out the audiolog. He seemed pretty eager for her to listen to it, so she pushed play.

"I love the quiet, and that's hard to come by these busy times. And yeah sure it may stink to high heaven down here. But it's perfect for an old lyricist like me. Sammy's songs always got some bounce, but if I didn't get away once in a while, they'd never have any words to go with them. So I'll keep my mind a-singing' and my nose closed."

She looked at her inky friend and asked quietly, "You were Jack Fain, weren't you?" Blobby- no, Jack nodded and did some kind of happy dance that looked super ridiculous. Eve couldn't help it, she started laughing. They left the infirmary, still giggling. She was turning out of the hall when something hit her from behind. The last thing she saw was a tall, inky man wearing a Bendy mask and holding a pan.

He said quietly, "Rest your head, it's time for bed." Eve knew no more after that, for the oblivion of unconsciousness had claimed her.