Madalyn recovers from her wave of desperation with the optimistic thought that she will never get out of this horribly… silent room without looking for a way out. 

There's flower vines covering the walls, strangely, and when Madalyn tries to move one of the thicker ones out of the way, she jerks her hand back, hissing an inward breath. It seemed to have stung her, and when she looks at her fingertips, beads of blood are welling up on them.