For Eden
Diana sighs, rubs her eyes, and takes five steps forwards. "This one looks interesting," she says, peering through an oval window at the figure hovering suspended within, arms crossed mummy-style, peacefully asleep. "I bet she's a hooker... the last five pretty girls through here were hookers." With another sigh, and a shake of her head, the blue-robed woman presses a hand against the window and closes her eyes.