She sat up and swung her legs around to the floor, her arms folded around her.  In the short amount of time that she had been with him she had never, even in the first minutes felt more naked than she did right then.  Her eyes on her feet she nodded when he told her where to go.  She stood, still not looking at him as she brushed pasted him to reach the stairs.  Each step she took down the stairs the weight on her shoulder seemed to increase until she felt like she was going to shatter under it.  Her body was shivering uncontrollably, silent tears streaked down her face,  blinding her to the point that she almost missed the  door to her right.<br/><br/>She reached for the door knob only to find that there was none there.  She frowned at the door and tried to push it open with her fingertips.  When it didn't move she pushed with the palm of her hand, a little harder. Frustrated now, she slammed both hands into the door, but just moment before she made contact, the door swung open and her momentum carried her into the room and she fell to her knees in the threshold.  She slammed her clenched fist into the ground, her anger spilling out, beyond her control.  She did it again and again, losing count of how many times she hit the floor, in the back of her mind she knew that she would regret this later when the pain set into her hands, but at the moment the only thing she could feel was the pain radiating from somewhere in her chest, from her soul.<br/><br/>Her emotions spent she finally raised her head, looking around the room she had fallen into.  It was a beautiful room, but it couldn't be the bathroom.  It didn't have any of the things that made a bathroom.  She looked around again, intrigued by the beauty of the room and at the same time devastated that in this place she didn't even know how to use the restroom.  She crawled on her hands and knees to the wall beside the door, pressing her back to the wall and wrapping her arms around her legs she lowered her face to her knees and cried.  She cried for all the things that she had left behind, her family, friends, her cat Boots, and her dog Puss who were thankfully at a friends house that day so she knew that they would be taken care of.  She cried because she would never see any of the people that mattered to her again, and they would always wonder what had happened to her, and worry about her.