“Just come down and eat, everyone's waiting,” said the grey-haired woman.
“No, I won’t come down and eat” shouted Maya. “It's so creepy here. Everyday someone tidies my room, does my laundry, and cooks my meals. WHY?”
She storms out of the room, stamping her feet as she goes past the hall, down the stairs, and into the lounge.
In the lounge, someone is waiting with a drink.
“If you don’t want to eat, at least have a glass of water.”
Maya takes it, and instantly feels better. In a distant voice she says,
“So, where’s the dining room?”