Abigail knew she wasn't in a natural place, of course being sucked through a mirrored surface kind of gave that away.  Even so, even without that to confirm an already messed up situation, the Shinkendo student brushed a hand across her forehead, not surprised to find she was covered in cold sweat.  The mist or whatever it was felt oppressing, almost like a physical weight was on her body, and it only steadily, slowly got worse the deeper she went into this place.  Opening a wooden sliding door before her after going down a rather long hallway, Abigail stops and puts her hands to her mouth, stifling a scream since the room she was in was the old Inaba hospital ward that her mother had almost died in.  "Oh god....not this....please."  She whispered to herself, seeing no one was present in this room, but the smell that was present in all hospitals was still here however, that of sterile surfaces, antiseptic, latex powdered gloves, and the metallic after taste of blood in the air.  Finding the other door before the voices could start up, Abigail found herself back in the Dojo/prison hallways again before puking up her guts by the door, unable to understand how all that had been there at all.  Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Abigail stood on shaky legs and made her slow way deeper into the complex, not about to turn around after that room.