As time passed, Aisling became more adept at finding quiet and stillness in herself. In the beginning, she would snap out of her trance because of the fear of missing something that could save her from the perfect prison.
However, as she continued meditating, she came to terms with her situation. She was not planning to stay in the room forever, but she was going to be patient until an opportunity presented itself. She did not believe that someone would lock her up, feed her and clothe her for nothing.
The culprit would return.
She continued the monotonous life, but she changed her routine from the constant sleeping. She instead meditated for hours and worked out, training her body for when the moment to escape would come.
That moment did not come.
While Aisling was sleeping on one fateful day or night, a strange fragrance filled the white room. Without her knowledge, she lost consciousness. After a few moments, the door to the small prison opened.