[i]No,[/i] she thought to herself, "I don't think I will." The plushies, unnerving as they were, did definitely irk her. It took some restraining on her part to not forcibly kick them against the wall. The options before her were pretty clear; no doubt the hard part–yet again–was making that choice. But it wasn't only a matter of picking "A" over "B". With no other information, it was simply sheer luck that would dictate whether she would make the right decision. And if she didn't, then that was probably it for her. But that wasn't what scared her the most; it was the thought that if she were to take a wrong turn, then she'd find herself outside of whatever type of facility this was with no other way in and no way of finding her daughter. Because if she were to go to the police and tell them everything that had occurred in here, then at the very least, they'd surely send her to get evaluated.


[i]We're not there yet...[/i] Michelle looked around the entire room once more, the only upside being she wasn't at that weird pool anymore. God knows how deep that water went. However, even with nothing but solid ground underneath her feet, this room didn't feel quite right. None of them had, thus far. She slowly walked over to the door on her left, completely ignoring the plushies as if they didn't exist. There was no sound coming from the other side of the door, nor any sign of life on that side either. Likewise, it seemed she was the only one present in the room at the moment. No rhythmic breathing other than her own, and no objects moving freely on their own as if she were in a room full of ghosts, which at that point, it wasn't that far-fetched of an idea. Michelle then placed her hand on the doorknob, telling herself it was better than touching the blood-stained button, without a doubt for more reasons than one. And if she did get it right, then maybe she was one step closer to finally being able to see her princess.