Lydia curled herself into a ball, trying to fight away the Thing…trying to keep it out, and keep herself in, but it was futile. It was all around. It had taken over.

She tried to replace her surroundings with something she knew…something familiar…but this was not her place. It was her mind, surely, but he…the Thing, had all control of it.

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time now,” he said.

She wept. The horrible White Room denied her even the familiar sensation of hot tears on her cheeks; everything was cold.

“And now, you’ll see as I do. Your eyes would be ill-used in your world. Beautiful, all-seeing green eyes.”

He had Lydia’s face wrapped tight in his tendrils of evil, and even though she shut them tight, her eyes were soon his, replaced by cold, unfeeling, brown-irised orbs.

“Look! She’s coming around!” Her mother cried, but this time of relief.
And then Lydia opened her eyes, the brightness gone from the green irises like the light from the world.