Room 425, Saturday Morning

Hanna was sitting by the window in her room, staring off at nothing in particular. She had just woken up days earlier from a coma she suffered after falling down a well, so her expressions were more pensive than usual. This might be even more life altering than that time she faked her own death or when she was on the losing end of a random love triangle. It had been a traumatic year! Life was hard.

At least she felt safe. For now.

Too bad she didn't seem to hear that ominous music in the distance...

[can be open, though expect some SP]