At least until the clanking sound of metal on metal brought her heart to a roaring stutter and eyes widening in surprise. The gears of her mind turned slowly until enough momentum gathered to release a gasping exhale into the silence of her room, stilted and piercing even to her own ears. The images flooding through her mind from somewhere else brought watering eyes and strong memories of her Grandmother’s old birdcage; a thin shell that housed thinner little parakeets, sickly things that had seemed to cry more often than they sang.