The Woman

Confusion begins to take on a smell, and that smell - that odor - is forever lacing the air. Doors open, and as they peel away from their frames, they release that pungent smell as those standing in a position where they are taking the brunt of the waft of air are faced with a choice: to go through the open doors - to risk all in order to find clues, direction or take on opportunity - or to close them, to seal them shut that they may never open again.