And suddenly she’s in a node, a sculptured node. It looks like a small square
room with bare plastiwood walls and a matching floor. A bare bulb hanging down 
out of the darkness casts a stark white sheen over the pulsing brownish hues of 
the virtual room. A tall iconic man with black hair and heavy brows and wearing 
a casual black suit comes in through the only door, closes it, then pauses 
facing her, hands at his sides.