The dream was different this time. Not by much, but still different. Now there was dried blood on the walls, and even on the noose.
...
An hour must've passed. Or only 5 minutes; time had no presence here.
401 was seriously tempted. She couldn't take another eternity of just SITTING, doing nothing but THINKING about all her failures. She got up and grabbed the rope. The blood cracked from being bent with her touch.
As the rope tightened around her neck, regret started to sink in. Lots of regret, but there was fear and relief as well.