A pure white room with no ceiling or flooring was where Rebecca was wandering. Her head turned left and right as she looked all over the whiteness, but nothing was there. No shadow dwelled behind her; neither was Roxy there. She felt nothing here, no warmth, no chill. It was like she was removed from existence itself. There was no up, no down, no left or right, Rebecca couldn't even tell what direction she was going on, and she felt like she had been wandering for hours in this still white room.
She had tried to call out to anyone, Roxy or Don, but no one seemed to answer her calls. In fact, her voice never responded, showing that there was no echo. Perhaps sound did not travel here, or maybe she really was removed from existence and trapped in this place of the unknown. Yet, for whatever reason, she trudged onward without losing hope.
