This was a bizzare idea and Bruce and Jennifer are having a bizarre time.
"Come explore the Stata Center with us," they said. "Grad students deserve to have fun too," they said. "It's better than anything else you could be doing at 3 AM," they said. "Sure, bring your visiting cousin," they said. Well now they've gotten separated from the group and ended up in a room with, and he has counted several times, seventeen sides and nineteen corners.
He can't tell which door they came in; worse, they're all locked. There's a window, but it doesn't open, and all he can see out of it is a different exterior wall of this same damned building.
Bruce looks up at the ceiling, or at least at the point where all the walls converge, and his head swims, and he should have gone to sleep a long time ago, and it feels like he's about to fall off the floor into . . .
There is a series of sense impressions that fail to resolve into a model of the world, and then Bruce and Jennifer are somewhere else.