It's been a month since Taylor came to Wonderland, and in that month she's gone through quite the cornucopia of sensations. Labeling those feelings as mere emotions doesn't quite do it for her, since some of what she's felt has consisted of downright tangible experiences.

All in just a single month. God, has it only been a month?

She hasn't spent much time outside of her room since the last event; she found herself strangely attached to where those dreadful memories on repeat took place. It suddenly felt like the room became something—somewhere—she could finally call hers. But she knows she can't be tucked away forever, not that Taylor Townsend would ever want to be.

On her way down from the third floor, she comes across someone who may be on his way up; a rather worn-out man, by the looks of it, in this very hall.

"U-um... excuse me?" Taylor's hand reaches out, almost as though to place itself on his shoulder, but it doesn't get that far.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry but... are you okay?"