Jennifer knocked on the door to the room that her daughter had disappeared into early that morning. As she had expected, there was no response. Gently twisting the knob, the canine gently pushed on the door, entering the room that months ago had been called by its new inhabitant. Looking around, the room had that 'just moved into' look that was to be expected, and the fresh paint smell to go along with it. Her daughter's large duffle bag of clothes had been unceremoniously dumped at the foot of the bed. The new furniture had been set up a week earlier, though she suspected that it would change position soon enough. In the corner, the brand new red and silver wheelchair sat, waiting for its owner to decide to put it into service.
The bed that took up the center of the room was a rather spartan affair, compared to what it could be. The hollow metal frame did its job of supporting the mattress and young teenager, who was currently curled up beneath a