She sat at the end of the corridor, not in the center, but more to the left, staring vacantly down the hall. She didn't sit on the chair, either one of them (They didn't look entirely comfortable.); she instead sat between them, where maybe an end table once stood. She would have been presumed hollow, if there was anyone around to do the presuming, but all she could see was white, and all she could hear was static noise. Occasionally something would whisper, through the noise, but not loud enough to be distinguished as a word, then again, it could have just been the static flickering. It felt like a hospital, though she couldn't remember e