⭐ The gallery was the best thing at Tolliver and everybody who had ever worked there said so. You went out along it and you came back along it and you never once put your face outside.
- TV-HEAD The header — bermed cell under the north end Fr 34–50 published Terminal Black – Tolliver: 'Four hundred cubic metres of treated water at eleven degrees, in a cell with a heat trace round the base of it that had been running since it went in'
⭐⭐ Four hundred cubic metres of treated water at eleven degrees in a bermed concrete cell with a metre of earth over it and a heat trace round the base that has run since it went in. It would not freeze, it needed nobody standing over it, and it could be given to people in buckets or through a pipe. Two hundred and thirty-one cubic metres the morning after the split; three hundred and twenty-five a week later; five days off full. Enough to keep a hundred and thirty people alive for a long time.
- TV-GAL-A Gallery — station door to the weld (0–60 m) Fr 50–108 published Terminal Black – Tolliver: 'a metre and a half wide and just over two metres high, concrete, dry, with a handrail under the pipe and a cable tray on the other side'
A metre and a half wide, just over two metres high, concrete, dry. The transfer main on brackets at head height along the west wall, a handrail under it, a cable tray on the other side. It falls toward the station — always has. Sixty metres in from the station door is the weld.
- TV-WELD The weld at the sixty-metre mark Fr 108–112 published Terminal Black – Tolliver; The Choice at Tolliver: 'The main had split at the sixty-metre mark, at the weld'
⭐⭐ THE CHOICE AT TOLLIVER. Years back the slab settled at the hundred-and-forty and along most of the run behind it and took the pipe down with it. Tolliver cut the pipe at the sixty, welded it back with the strain out, and re-fixed eight metres of bracket either side — rigid ones, because rigid ones were what the store had that week. Nobody ever lagged the two hundred and ten metres. Dry and at minus twenty for five days, the steel pulled against eight metres of rigid bracket on either side of the weld. At 07:08 Jones put eleven-degree water into it under static head and the pipe began trying to grow back. At 08:09 Micah cracked the annex valve two turns and turned static head into flow. Twenty seconds later: 'The gallery's gone. It's split in the gallery. He's on the far side.'
- TV-GAL-B Gallery — the weld to the settled slab (60–140 m) Fr 112–190 published Terminal Black – Tolliver: 'the slab had settled years back, at the hundred-and-forty'
The run behind the settlement. Micah comes down the annex steps and along a hundred and twenty metres before he turns round: water coming out of the pipe sideways at head height right across the section, the floor a moving sheet the whole last stretch. 'Nobody's walking through that. I'm not being brave about it.'
- TV-GAL-C Gallery — under the spillway gully to the annex steps (140–210 m) Fr 190–260 published Terminal Black – Tolliver: 'the reason it was two hundred and ten metres and not twenty was the spillway gully … the gallery goes straight under it'
Straight under the spillway gully. On the surface the intake road goes four kilometres round the head of that gully to get from one side to the other; whoever set the gallery out did that arithmetic and got it right. The annex steps are at two hundred and ten.
- TV-ANNEX The annex — on the far bench Fr 260–275 published The Surveyors – The Annex; Terminal Black — 'the annex stands on the far bench'; the annex outlet gauge; the annex outer door
On the far bench, across the gully. The annex main is the only way the north main leaves the station; the joint that let go on the incursion day was put in when the station was built. The transfer valve is here – Micah cracks it two turns at 08:09 and the annex outlet gauge goes to forty and rising, 'she's taking it', the best four minutes anybody at Hart had had since the sun went out. ⚠ The annex outer door is clear. Beyond it is four kilometres of intake road round the head of the spillway, at minus twenty, in wet boots.