These went on forever. You remember arriving in the hot summer and wondering if they would ever end. 4 suitcases, 2 backpacks, and no lift. You suppose they're still there, just a long ways away now. Actually, once, you did find a way into the lift. Tacky skin pressed against each other, Hair poking out unconfidently... Or did you mean the plush, damp ones? That emerged from a swamp defiantly?