Try the closed door

The door was locked, as Cassie had somehow anticipated, and she could not see a keyhole. Without warning, the room began to spin, and she had to brace herself against the door to keep from falling. Her legs felt weak, and she sensed that it was because she could no longer hear the static. Taking off her headphones had been wrong. Leaving the bed had been very wrong. Cassie knew better than to act so unhealthy.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore these strange thoughts, and finally the dizziness subsided. Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. Her intuition was telling her that something bad was happening, and she wanted nothing more than to get dressed and go home.