I can feel my limbs stiffening, my brick wall swiftly reassembling. I move backwards until I collide with the screen. Their voices sound farther away as I mentally retreat into my cell, reaching for the door handle and turning to slip inside. To hide. I don’t dare glance at Sydney as I disappear through the threshold. I’m collecting her looks like little treasures, and I’m certain she’s wearing one I’d rather not keep.
