A breathy panicked "shit" the only sound from her as she slides the back of her nearly nude body against the polished surface of the wood.  Rounding the doorframe, she slips past the door opened only enough to emit herself, then pulling the door closed behind her, one hand pressed to it in prayer.<em>Don't move.  Don't breath.  Maybe.. maybe... </em><br/><br/>Heart racing, her breath fluttering from her, she enters the purple stillness.  Still pressing the door closed, she holds.  Statuesque, back pressed to the wall. She listens.  She waits.<br/><br/>Only her eyes move, a race to find within, a place of solace.  Anything, anywhere in which she can remove herself from discovery.