Instantly, the light vanished, leaving Abby in the dark. 

She froze, doubtful, but a moment later a door appeared to her - a different one than the one she'd entered through. She hesitated, looking around uncertainly, but it was the only door that appeared, so she tentatively pulled it open. It led to a poorly lit hallway with long, metal walls. Abby stepped into it. The floor was cold beneath her stocking covered feet. In fact, the whole atmosphere of the place made her feel like she should have brought a jacket. She hugged herself, trying to trap her body heat.

She jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. There was no sign of anyone else, so either the one who closed it had been lurking in the darkness, or it had closed on its own. Neither of those thoughts were comforting. 

Abby walked past a few intersections, which connected to more sparse metal hallways. The end of the corridor she was currently in was shrouded in a blackness that never faded no matter how many steps she took. She had a sinking feeling that it had no ending. Shivering, she veering into the new hallway she passed. To her surprise, she was quickly confronted by a window.

What she saw in it made her back away in horror.

It was herself, but as a small child. She was sitting on her grandmother's lap, on that velvety brown couch in front that mahogany coffee table. She would never forget that place. The place she'd learned she was an orphan.

She tore herself away from the window, forcing herself to keep moving. No way could anyone have a picture of that. This was another illusion - a distraction. Perhaps an attempt to make her deny the truth she'd just struggled to accept.

She strode forward decisively, as if she knew what she were doing, never more than glancing at the scenes she passed. Meeting her foster parents, graduating high school, crying herself to sleep, getting arrested - they were all present. And, one by one, she acknowledged them and moved on. There was no point in trying to hide from the past, but you could seek to live for the future.

Eventually, she turned a corner and was confronted by a white door. It was surely the way out. She ran toward it, zooming past scenes of her grandmother's death, of her first kiss. With no hesitation, she pulled the door open entered the next room - and found herself in a room filled with doors.

Doors... and people.