The two tried to usher her into the tunnel, but Lorna couldn't make herself move, and once they hit the metal she was impossible to budge and gave them both more than a little shove forward to get them away from her. It was a tunnel into a place she couldn't make herself go to.
It lead into a dark place that could've gone to anywhere. Safety was an illusion that was easily shattered. A lot of things were supposed to be safe. The MRI was supposed to be safe, and look what having it done had accomplished? Four months of pain and suffering and a very small room.
She looked over her shoulder, "O God," she muttered, reciting the Lord's Prayer in hushed, panicked French.