When the dormitory was filled with soft snoring from all quarters, the children tiptoed quietly out into the night. They were surprised at how bright it was, but immediately attributed it to the fact that there was a large moon rising and no clouds. They set off in an easterly direction, towards the moon, passing near the library and then over the bridge to the oval path which surrounded the whole area. When the way divided, they went north toward the passage leading to the University of Processing Machines. They walked along happily, sometimes skipping or breaking into a run from sheer excitement. It felt like they were embarking on a great adventure.
They came to the passage that would take them to the artefact. They could even see, sticking up into the moonlight, the artefact itself, just the other side. However as they drew near to what should have been the way through, they realised that it was blocked. The whole passage was completely plugged by what looked like a door made out of stones.
They were a couple of metres away from the passage when they drew to a halt, overcome by a feeling of defeat. “I don't believe it,” all the children said, over and over, one after the other.
After all the good luck they'd had, it was hard to accept