Maira stops and gaps, she stops and lets the men go on. She began to shift from one foot to the other. She was deciding what to do.<span style="font-style: italic">What should I do? What should I do? This is bad, bad, bad oh bad! I guess I'll go back!</span>She thinks. She heard his voice again.<span style="font-style: italic">This is gotta be a dream, this just has to be!</span>She thinks as she hits herself in the head. She then stops in front of the door.<span style="font-style: italic">Should I or Shouldn't I?</span>She began to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.<span style="font-style: italic">I could find out what's behind here, I could be the first, I would be famous...</span>She thinks as she heads toward the door.<br/><br/>She stops hesitantly about two feet infront of the door.<span style="font-style: italic">What's going to happen to me if I open it? And why did that voice say that it was supposed to protect me?</span>She then began to wiegh the options again and began to shift from foot to foot again.<span style="font-style: italic">I...I guess I am going to do it...but father will be so mad at me..</span>She thinks as she raises her hand. And then stops again.<span style="font-style: italic">What should I do?</span><br/><br/>Then for some reason her had touched the top of the door.<span style="font-style: italic"> What is making me do this, why did my hand touch the top of the door? What's going on? Why does this feel so familar to me?</span>She thinks.