Nothing was the same anymore. It was as if some strange melody had turned from harmonious to dissonant, its eerie chords setting the mood.
The stranger peered in through the glass walls that separated him from the young woman. She was nearly trembling, her eyes wide with an uncertain fear as she scanned her transparent walls. He tapped lightly on the walls, startling her long enouh for her to catch sight of him before her eyes returned to their careful task.
“What are you doing, Angelica?” Her eyes continued searching until they found what they were looking for. She straightened up and lifted a finger, pointing to something. His eyes followed until he saw.
“There is a crack in my walls.” She dropped her hand down to her side. She turned and looked him in the eye, then spoke slowly, barely audible. “It’s no longer safe.”