[5: what to expect this month] The elevator opened, and an attendant let them into the sparsely furnished room. The door shut with an entirely too-resounding finality, and Meera felt painfully aware that the attendant on the outside of that door had to open it, since there was no way to open it from the inside. The room was decorated like the most average living room possible, all shades of beige, with soothing wallpaper on the walls. There were no unneeded objects, though -- a box of tissues with a festive design was the only thing on the coffee table, and the chairs and tables were all designed to have no sharp edges, just gentle curves in a mockery of every bit of contemporary furniture design. The room tried so hard to be inoffensive in any way possible that it had nothing interesting at all. Even the temperature was an even room temperature with no variation. Sama trundled into the room, slowly and wobbling a little. She was dressed in hospital issued clothing, the same green scrubs that everyone else wore, except for the nurses who all wore pink. “Hi.” She sounded flat, like she was tired and bored all at once.