Just when Rita thought she was home free, the door she tried to escape from led only to another thick curtain of hair. Having been so focused on getting away from the mess behind her, Rita didn't notice until she took a step forward, her hand and face brushing against the wiry strands that dangled in front of her.

She screamed. All productive options had been tried and had more or less failed. There was no dealing with this rationally, she just had to get away somehow. In her panic, she backed away, tripped, and continued to scramble away in a half-crawl. There had to be something. Another exit. She couldn't be trapped in this nightmare!