For all its tidy size, the hallway presents few options for retreat: Just the four silent chambers behind their sliding doors - grids of moth wing yellow rice paper and iron wood.  At the end is merely the empty portal into the enclosure.<br/><br/>Whatever option is chosen, it must be chosen soon.  No sooner has Fern relaxed the door into place, but it begins to open again - swinging not out into the hall, but into the chamber beyond.  Judging from the voices subsiding within, the occupants of that chamber have taken notice.