You are lost, and it's not your imagination. You've managed to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the office park, only to find yourself in the parking lot of solitude. Don't worry, it's not as bleak as it looks. There's a vending machine with stale soda and a payphone that still has a quarter on it.
Imagine a sea of cars, each one a potential portal to a different dimension. You're not sure where you are, but you're pretty sure it's not where you started.
You've heard rumors of a nearby lot, one that's even more desolate than this one. But hey, at least it's not as crowded.