Because the floor was just as black and the ceiling was naturally too, there was no way to say it for sure, as we couldn't use tiles or parquet to measure whether the walls moved, and if yes, how fast they did.
Henry jumped up and walked to the door, but the moment he grabbed the doorknob, the whole door disappeared.
"Not bad," I commented, looking around.
At the latest, the missing door told me I was not imagining things, and the walls and ceiling were indeed coming closer, but as if watching grass grow, the process was so slow that you wouldn't notice it. I wouldn't either if I hadn't slept for a few hours and could compare the impression I did have from the room before napping and the feeling it currently gives off.
Henry walked to the window and rammed his elbow against the glass, but it looked like he had elbowed an extra solid wall. Neither a crack nor a reverberation was seen.
"You hurt?" I asked him when Henry lifted the gun before looking at me.
"Cover your ears."
