Turquoise Dreams

I'm in this huge, vestibule like room. Tiles, glass, walls. In the left corner are stairs downstairs to the engine room. There are sounds and sparks of fire coming out of there. Something is breaking down. It's at night and I'm a night manager? Alone in that place. I'm suppose to keep the place running. I'm so scared to go down there, but I ran to the stairs, because of my strong sense of duty. Somewhere in the back of my mind is a nagging question "why am I here all alone' ?