When they'd finished getting dressed again they found they were too sad to move. The door was all the way across the room. They couldn't remember how to work their legs. There was so much light coming through the window, cracked from their bumping, from their backs. The walls seemed moving closer. No matter how they stood they ached. In the light they could see through the skin on each other's faces, though they couldn't hold hands still enough to touch. They tried to fix their clothing but the cloth clung. The window glass rattled from some something on the other side. The walls shuddered and bowed and glowed. They closed their eyes but still could see.