Yes.

*Elbow whispers the single syllable, then listens for the pursuers. He hears nothing but the rush of blood in his own ears.*

We lost them. Who was that?

*He begins to feel around.*

I don't know this place...

*His voice fades away. He tries to picture the wall where they entered, and tries to remember what lies behind that side of the greenhouse. They should be outside. Maybe they are in some old storage cellar? How did he never notice that door during all his years of work in the greenhouse? He tries to imagine the layout of the greenhouse again, then he gives up on those thoughts. He feels around on the floor and walls, hoping to find some clue to their location.*

Where are we?