I spread my back on the couch and meditate on what Rosa had said previously. Things are already changing, only if she knows that.
I stare at the light above, which still has its effect on changing colors.
Out of curiosity, I mount up and begin a tour around the room while I stagger in pain.
The room is quite spacious, too much for a room and scanty. There happens to be a double pine dresser, I open it and view piles of men's clothes. Mostly, shirts the same as the size of what I'm wearing. I shift back, tugging the edge of the shirt nervously, I rise it again and check my body.
The tape deduces me of the opportunity to function well, making me feel like a sick weakling. I drop the cloth and glance doubtfully at the two different doors in the room. The one Rosa had taken a passage through, then another one which surprisingly is white in color, it's close to the closet.
