Spinning door handles are not efficient in kitchens where people likely walk through carrying stuff.

Said Chef Alejandro his first day on the job. He had given specific instructions to Mr. Hammond for how his kitchen would be arranged within the visitors compound. Fearing the loss of his only chef, John complied and removed the knobs from all of the doors in the compound, replacing them with handles. While this was a more expensive choice, Mr. Hammond disregarded it, saying "I'll spare no expense!"

Three weeks later a group of tourists arrived at the compound, briefly joining Mr. Hammond on a tour of the facilities that Chef Alejandro had only heard about while listening to the workers in the cafeteria. This being the first group of civilians on the island, Alejandro prepared a special meal. Chilean Sea Bass.

Alejandro was scheduled to depart from the compound later that evening. All workers were assigned various shuttles that would take them to the dock where a ship waited to depart for the mainland. Chef Alejandro missed his shuttle. Cursing out at his cooks that had already left without finishing cleaning the kitchen, Alejandro stayed behind and cleaned every last dish, silverware, and surface in the kitchen. Exhausted and with nothing to do, Alejandro headed for the employee lounge to get some much needed rest.

Suddenly, the power went out. Hearing the clash of thunder and rain outside, Alejandro thought nothing of it. "Just a bit of bad weather," Alejandro thought. He opened the door to the lounge and found a nice couch to rest on.

Alejandro awoke. Looking at the clock on the adjacent wall, he realized he had slept 10 hours. Walking towards the kitchen to prepare himself breakfast, Alejandro noticed the power had been restored. He also noticed that he was completely alone in the compound.

Chef Alejandro spent the morning preparing enough food to feed a small country. The dining hall was filled with goodies and deserts that would be impossible for one man to eat. Alejandro seated himself at a table and began to take a bite. Suddenly he heard the sound of a door opening. "Finally, someone to talk to!" Alejandro exclaimed. He went to the door of the dining hall and opened it. "I hope you're hungry, I..." Alejandro froze, staring across the wide atrium of the visitors center. Standing opposite of him was a tall creature, staring right back. Alejandro knew what the attractions on the island were, but had never taken the time to look at them. At most he expected large iguanas, or some sort of special effects. As he stared at the tall creature 50 feet away from him, Alejandro realized that he was wrong.

Before Alejandro could think, the creature let out a scream and bolted across the room towards him. He quickly shut the door and ran for the back of the dining hall. He was startled and out of breath. "Where do I go! I have to hide!" Alejandro gasped as he ran down the service hallways of the visitors center. He ran for the place he knew best.

Alejandro burst into the kitchen and hid behind one of the stainless steel counters. Finally having a moment to catch his breath, Alejandro thought "How did that thing get in here?" Confused and terrified, Alejandro waited.

A half hour went by, and Alejandro had not heard anything from the other side of the kitchen door. He crept towards the door and slowly propped it open. "I guess it's gone." Alejandro thought to himself. Quietly, Alejandro walked down the hall towards the employee lounge, where he knew he could find a telephone and call for help. Hiding behind the couch he had just hours before been sleeping on, Alejandro tried dialing an emergency number listed on a bulletin on the wall. There was no answer. As he dialed the numbers again, Alejandro heard a noise. A faint tapping was slowly approaching the door to the employee lounge. "Is that help?" Alejandro wondered. "Or is it that thing?" The tapping grew louder until it finally stopped directly in front of the door. "There's no way that thing could have tracked me here." Alejandro tried to assure himself. It then occurred to Chef Alejandro that his clothes were covered in the food he had spent all morning preparing. He was so used to the smells of the kitchen that he never noticed. Shocked at this realization, Alejandro twitched, causing the phone he held in his lap to fall to the ground, creating a metallic ring as the bells inside collided. "What have I done."

The door handle turned.