The purple room is clean and bright with a breeze blowing in from the open window. By the door is a long entertainment center which houses the tape player and a large collection of tapes, all of Gloria Estefan. Over the tape player, on the wall, are two posters of Gloria Estefan.

Anything Gloria Estefan in this castle belongs to me. Even the things that belong to Laura... The woman laughs happily and holds up a freshly unwrapped cassette. This is mine and brand new! I can't wait to put it in and listen to it! She proudly displays the cover to you before putting it in the tape player.

Oh! Feel free to look around if you want! Don't mind me, thanks to the Harper I decided to let someone watch the children so I'm going to enjoy this time alone while I have it. If you have questions, please ask! She smiles and begins studying the cover of the tape while listening to the lyrics. You wonder for a moment about her age exactly. She seems to have quite a few children and is quite obviously carrying one now, but she looks too young to have any at all. You suspect she aged very well and continue your observation of the room.

The bed is in the corner, lined up to have a window right over its center. The sheets are light green and you notice that the bottom sheet has very faint traces of purple threads woven in, making a twisting pattern. To cover the entire bed is a feather comforter, fluffy and about three inches thick. By the bed is a rectangular table. Its long edge is against the wall the short edge is almost right against the old style bed. On the table is a black lamp with a flexible neck and many books. There is also a piece of silk-like material that appears to have writing on it. Displayed on one side two drawings. The books are mostly written in Russian, though there are a few English poems. An old email lies in the pile, sticking out to be seen, it appears to be printed quite some time ago because the paper has begun to turn a faded yellowish shade. In the corner across from the bed is a rather large stuffed purple panda, in its paws rests a single flower, dead and dried, but still beautiful. Under one eye sparkles of fine glitter can be seen making a thin line down the Panda�s cheek. You can�t help noticing that the glitter is a recent addition and makes the bear look surprisingly sad through the contented expression it has on its face.

Suddenly hear a noise come running at you.