The hallway remained constitutionally still after the door slammed shut behind Maren, the echo splashing through the old structure like a shiver that traveled down its bones, and she pressed her back against the cold wood, breath ragged, palpitation forging hectically in her throat as the dim outflow bulb flitted with an unsteady, irregular palpitation that sounded nearly in tune with her panicked twinkle. The third bottom felt different now, heavier, as though the veritably air had thickened into commodity thick that clung to her skin, making each breath feel like it scraped against her caricatures. She forced herself to gobble, also