[ Granuaile spins the piece a couple times until it matches up with the piece below. Across the room, a wall separates down the middle, as it's actually two doors. They swing in towards the next room, but stop before being open enough for either to slip through. Which means they need to get the top piece in place. ]

Almost there. What matches up to this one?

[ She points to the top of the piece she just turned, her flashlight dimming more. ]

Fucksticks! I hope the next room's filled with ancient triple A batteries.