Upper Floors of the Museum

Barbara points upstairs to where motor cars wait, unused and out of reach for their escape. Access proves impossible—perhaps blocked stairs, Dalek guards, or structural decay keep them isolated. This upper level taunts the resisters below with faster transport they cannot claim, amplifying scarcity in the museum's hollowed halls. Dust hangs heavy, engines silent amid the occupation's shadow, as the group settles for a rubbish cart instead.