"No. Blindfold," she corrects, knowing it doesn't really matter. There's a little twitch at her mouth, not really a smile--more like a spasm, to match the ones in her words. "You're pardon, you're thinking of Trevor."

Somebody Ellie doesn't know and never will. Thinking of everyone she's known only leads to thinking about everything she's lost. She can't do that now--not in this empty room with its useless, doorless walls.

She can, however, hear footsteps coming toward her, so she matches them, moving to meet Ellie. The only thing between them now is the mirror, Ruth touching the surface with hesitant fingertips. The last time she did that to one, it melted--and she doesn't want to lose her only connection outside this cell.