Alice reached out to push the head; it lolled back and forth on slack tendons before regaining its upright position. The skin was feverish under her fingers, and she touched it again, feeling it hum with an inner life. The scent of flesh and pain was stronger here, and she stepped backward, breath hitching at the horrors stacked on either side. Unable to stop or look away, she walked farther into the room, the walls closing in with every step.