Elphie allowed herself to be pulled along as he rushed her to the lift. Once there, she continued tying scarves around her until she looked like some sort of raggedy woman. Scarves in her hair... around her waist... her neck... And all of them with the green.

She stared at the signal, feeling extremely vulnerable at the moment. If she went with Ford, everything... everything she knew would be gone. Complete and total.

But the lift doors opened and Ford yanked her out of the tiny room and up the stairs. Chistery followed behind picking up one of the scarves that had fell to the floor and chattering excitedly.