The metal gate is unlocked. He swings it open and they both walk through.
“Which way?” he asks her. “This way?”
“I don’t know.”
They walk into a room with a gramophone player and candles. The record is spinning but the needle is stuck in a groove. The is no music playing, just a grinding sound.
“Which way?” he says to her.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know anymore.”
“Think! Where did you come from?”
“I don’t know. I came through there.” She points to an opening. “I came that way but … that wasn’t there,” she says, confused. “There was a room with the same wallpaper, but it is not there anymore!”
“There is no room there,” he says. “No wallpaper!”
“I’m going mad… mad” Her shoulders fall.
“There is no way out of here,” he says to her, gently, as if breaking some bad news.
The realisation is hitting Sophia, and sinking in. “What? What do you mean? What do you mean there is no way out? There has to be!” She pleads to him with her eyes.
He can‘t bear that look. “There is one,” he says.
“Where?” she sighs.
“I don’t know,” he replies, with defeat in his voice. He could not lie to her.
