There's something blocking her way. A tangled morass of glowing threads, silver and gold and orange, like someone's extremely intricate project of a construct turned utterly broken and demented by some mistake or another. It'd be a bad idea to try to skirt around it, probably. And maybe whoever made it could rescue it, or maybe it could explode at any moment. She doesn't feel like taking that risk. Plus, she can't get out of her apartment without touching it. So she reaches out to touch it, carefully, intending to make it disappear as soon as she has it-
-And she's somewhere else.
