Compared to the rest this scrap of the mindscape is calm, organized, and relatively straightforward. A long hallway, carpeted, all worn wood and smelling vaguely of citrus and dust stretches endlessly till a fork at the farthest end. Along the walls are doors, each locked by various means or ever so slightly open. Some have their doors missing entirely, some lead to yet other branching hallways in a sprawling labyrinth of locked and unlocked rooms. Some are empty. Some have small comforts- a sofa, a plant. Green winds throughout along the carpet in the one more advanced accommodation. Glowing lines that lead past some doors to what may inevitably be an exit-

Save for where one line veers sharply to the right, to a darkened door, the green light cracked. Sparking, flickering in and out before continuing past dimmer than before to another door long since closed, musty and worn, hot to the touch...