The group collectively crawls up off the floor, goes back through the passage, through the tea room, and back to the room with the spiral staircase. The entire trip, you can feel... something watching. Keeping track of you and, more than once, you feel tyhe urge to turn and look behind you.
Arriving in the waiting room, the stairwell sits, open. Looking up, an ever-so-faint greenish light can be seen from the upper floor, looking down reveals no details.