She ignored his touch the best she could, and instead turned to the room in her mind. What was a space that she knew inside and out, where, even with her eyes closed, she could point to every feature? The answer felt wrong, cruel and twisted, but it pushed its way to the forefront. She tried to brush the image away, but it was too late. Her mind had already begun unpacking its belongings and taking over the space. She knew that the room would be a surprise to anyone who invaded her mind; it was certainly a surprise to herself. A smile of satisfaction spread on her lips when she realised what she had done.