She reached the dining room, and stood staring at the trapdoor for a long time. Her breath caught in her chest and she realised she was panting, gasping for air. There was a pressure inside her chest and it felt like her lungs couldn’t inflate properly. She didn’t want to open the trapdoor. Frightened. Terrified. A shiver of doubt snapped through her and she wondered what the hell she was even doing. But she didn’t go back upstairs to bed, and that had to mean something.