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Decision, part 4She was sitting in her bed and staring out in thin air. She very much doubted that the encounter with the dark man had existed, if it had not been for the feeling left on her chest where the light had hit her she would think of it all as a dream. But that feeling was there and she could not stop thinking of what he had said. Was it a sign that she really does not belong there, that there were more things in the world for her to see? That she could take her first best shot of getting out of there. Though, she did not know where to go, she knew nothing about the world outside the walls. She had never been there.The door to her room opened and