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As she wanders, the image of Ennie is briefly replaced by one of Argo darting around a corner and reaching for her hand.
"Quickly, fair maiden, this way!" he calls encouragingly.

Of course, should she reach for the outstretched hand, she meets only glass with her fingertips, and another shock darts through her fingertips.

There's a hiss that follows, and some sort of sweet smelling gas begins seeping into the hall from the high ceiling. Just a little, a few wisps at first, drifting towards the floor. With even a little while though, its getting a little trickier to breathe, and the mirrors are all the more confusing. And worse, she can no longer just stay still. If she's going to get out of the gas before it grows too much, she has to move.

And every few seconds, a new person reaches for her, Ennie, Nicholas, Argo... one by one, in no order, sometimes the same person two or three times, reaches out, offering help, but every time a hand reaches out, should she dare reach back, there's a shock.
Sometimes there's a shock just for trying to navigate through the growing fog and stumbling against a glass surface.