The room was meant to evoke a sense of nostalgia. The room was supposed to provide comfort in the face of extreme anxiety. Her heart was pounding, and she needed some calming tea. She wanted a fainting couch. Actually, she wanted to run away.

Everything here would serve to hide her pain. Everything would hide her runaway ambitions. The room was meant to box you in. And, she was there in a box. She needed to break out. But first she needed that ham sandwich.