[ she kicks the flowers as an answer. it's not them, exactly, though she can't remember why she brought them in in the first place. (they had reminded her of gardens and sol and trees that talk and a house with a room for her inside it but then they died, just lay there and died.) just their smell, their concept, but she can't kick a concept. ]
Locked the doors.
[ it's as safe as river can get, and she goes back to pacing. ]
[ visual ]
Locked the doors.
[ it's as safe as river can get, and she goes back to pacing. ]