The garage is filled with any manner of tool or machine needed to work on engines and the like, such as a jack, lift, soldering equipment and so on. However, instead of being made of metal, they are all made of bleached driftwood yet still hard as steel itself. Whenever anything is turned on, there is only the quietest hum of noise and a soft mist of light drifts out before fading away after a few moments of floating in the air. The entrance to the garage is a rustic arch with vines and branches threaded through the lattice. There are a few nests tucked away, occasionally accompanied by bird song though no birds are ever visible. When the ‘door’ is turned on, the many gauzy but somehow difficult to see through layers of lace and linen are drawn up to allow people or otherwise to pass through. A reasonably sized cobblestone path traces alongside the gardens before winding onto the hill and into the tunnel to exit into the parking garage.