It’s a nice room — a carpeted rug pads your footsteps, and a canopied bed accompanies a vanity and walk-in dresser. A collection of crystals sit on a bookshelf, arranged neatly, and near that shelf is a plush reading chair just begging to be curled up in. Memory seems to have done well for herself, all in all. It’s understandable that she doesn’t want to share this space with just anyone.
Return to the Saferoom.