She moved towards the boy's old portrait while audibly inhaling. "Who is he?" She needed to think more about them.
Her mind was more active than ever. She found herself lost in thought, exploring new ideas and possibilities. The world around her seemed to move at a snail's pace, giving her ample time to ponder and reflect.
"Is it connected? ...Am I connected with all of this?" Her eyes narrowed at the portraits before her and the thoughts that were coming to her brain. She couldn't help but search for answers.
She wondered if there was a way to quiet her mind and find inner peace. Perhaps meditation or therapy could help her find the answers she was looking for.
"If someone brought me here. It means they want me to find the truth?" Lauren claimed, realizing as she turned towards another hallway. It was completely dark; there was no light. It sent something inside her that she couldn't describe in words, she wanted to go but also don't.
