Eve? Huh, very similar to Sue, being three letters and one syllable and ending in E and whatnot. Does she not remember her name? What if we all don’t remember our pasts and are just pretending to? What if she picked her name based on my name?
All these thoughts flashed through Sue’s head – or eye, as the case may be? – as she walked to the door, and she had to resist the urge to comment aloud on the similarity of their names. She didn’t want to further irritate the woman whose eye-lights she was relying on at the moment. But she’d certainly comment upon it later.
And then, just as she makes it to the door…
it opens in front of her, the light assaulting her eye that had just started to become accustomed to the dark. Instinct told her to shut her eye, but this eye didn’t shut as easily, so those instincts turned her to look away instead, where she saw…
So the gun that had had her worried so earlier was a handgun aimed blindly by a terrified girl. She felt silly for being so scared.
For a split second, she thought the man was talking to her, and was confused about why he’d called her sir. Then she remembered the suit guy.
Wait, the door was open, she could leave this room. She suddenly felt conscious of the moldy floor feeling… icky on her bare feet, and decided that whatever lie in that hallway had to be worth it. She pushes past suit man and eye-light girl – Eve – into the hallway.