This dim, warm place is Tammy's permanent place of residence. For nearly 5 years she's slept here and dreamt here. There remains a single crate near her resting place; one heavy with memories, sentimentality, dust, and past data burning silently, waiting for its master to awake and rediscover its monolithic footprint. The dull orange brings comfort, but conceals a growing sadness of years misspent hidden away from the world. One can only dream of changing the past for so long before the gravity of time begins to choke your heart. In that case, perhaps it's time she woke up.