The loveseat.

You and the other enter the lounge room and you notice that your acryllic heels do not click anymore, since you are now steping on a pale magenta carpet. You follow your mother who now is turning around to see the two men entering. You do the same and the men stop to pay their attention to your mother.

"I'm glad that you could meet us on such short notice, guys," she says. "Oh I almost forgot, this is my daughter Heather. Heather meet Ralph," the man with the thick moustache offers his hand and you shake it, "and David," and he offers his hand and you shake it as well. Then your mother offers both men to sit as you and her sit respectively.

You are the first to sit down, on the middle of the loveseat, blanketed by a purple covering. This in turn sits Ralph to your right and David to your left. Your mother sits on the single chair sitting on the east wall.

"So how was the trip Ms. Satori?" David asks, and you looking at him as he asks.

"It wasn't long, dear. But I'm so glad that we have Heather back with us," your mother says.

"But you must have felt some dread perhaps," Ralph says.

"Not at all. Possibly the gladness I've been having has been so overwhelming that I haven't had the time for sad or emotion, dear," she tells them, even though you don't believe a word of it. After saying her remark she looks at her tiny watch on her wrist and looks to you. "Heather?"

"Yes?" you ask, looking to her.

She gets up and walks towards you and goes to your ear and whispers something inaudible to both Ralph and David.