she wanted to drown herself in soda (something resembling in taste to Diet Coke) and she's looking at her surroundings with much distaste for red coloured bricks and mirrored walls. she's dressed up for the occasion, but realizes there's no point, realizes that the others don't care. she thinks about home and where she wants to be- who she wants to be with. the others with her stare, ask what's wrong. she blinks back her tears and with a glass coloured stare she sighs and replies to the others' questions "I'm fine, just a little headache," and the talkative others nod, accept this, and then turn back to their conversations, leaving her alone in her head with the red coloured brick and mirrored walls.