The back room was empty. The TV mounted on the wall was on, but muted, playing a news program on something in the Snowglobe City. The coffee machine was off. The microwave was off.
In the center of the room, a bright orange bean bag.
Bryony opened the door, cracking it open just slightly and pulling her head around through the doorway. Her fingers drummed on the door as she contemplated the inside of the room. Her eyes affixed to the bean bag. She bit her lip in thought. Opening the door just slightly again, she poked her head back behind the door, looking behind her. The hallway was empty.
Bryony stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Now it was just her and the beanbag.
Stepping up to the beanbag cautiously, Bryony looked down at it, tilting her head in curiosity. She turned in place, then slowly bent her legs down into a squat. She sank her whole lower back into the plush material of the bean bag, resting her head limply behind her on a bulging section of the bean bag. A gentle sigh escaped her. She didn't stare at the TV, she just stared up at the ceiling and thought deeply.