A strange room. Pipes running along the ceiling and walls suggest it once had 
something to do with the subway tunnel below. Maybe it still does. Who knows? 
Tikki concentrates on what’s in front of her eyes. The room is like a den, a
lounge, and a bedroom all in one. The combination of functions doesn’t surprise
her, but rather the way it’s done. The look of the place. Like a forest at
night. Black walls, painted with trees and dense underbrush, rise toward stars 
and a huge white orb on the ceiling that must be the moon. The bed sits on a low 
platform almost completely obscured by potted plants, plastic plants, some as 
big as small trees and treated with chemicals mimicking the smells of real 
vegetation of the wild.