The room is large, painted a warm pinkish-cream, with high ceilings and carved wooden coves. There are floor-to-ceiling windows along the right side. The windows are open and a slight breeze blows through them, gently ruffling the very sheer cream-colored curtains which cover them yet admit much light.

The floor is bare hardwood, well-buffed, with mahogany inlays around the edges in a geometric design.

In the center of the room is an ebony grand piano with the top open. On the piano are a single silver candlestick with a red taper and a small bouquet of cala lilies laying on its side at the base of the candlestick.

The room has a slight floral fragrance. There are no pictures on the walls and no other decoration.

 Note, however, the extreme precision of the description coupled with the minimalist decor: phrases such as “pinkish-cream,” “geometric design,” and “single silver candlestick” hint at a rigid, strict upbringing—a marshaled happiness.

The forest is moderately dense, although the fall-colored canopy is dwindling and allows dappled light to filter through in some areas. The trees are a mix of evergreen, oak and elm, some young and spindly and some old and thick-trunked. The floor of the forest is covered in a fairly-thick layer of pine needles and brightly-colored leaves.

 Note that the light admitted to the forest floor is the result of the season, as if the adults were viewed as too old to place any significant restrictions on the subject.

The path through the forest is seldom-traveled, by the looks of the forest floor which appears not to have been disturbed in quite some time. However, there appears to be a natural path through the trees, as some are spaced more widely-apart than others. The path follows the base of a slight incline or hill on the left side. At time, the path seems to disappear and the land flattens out.

The path leads to a small creek, approximately 2-3 feet deep on average. The entire area is shaded by the tall trees on either side. There are many rocks in the creek's bed, creating small whirlpools and little areas of white water as the water flows over and around the rock obstructions.

The water, itself, is very cold and clear. One can see to the bottom of the creek's bed through it. An old, rotted tree has fallen along the side and part-way into the creek, making a home for aquatic life. Tall grass and rocks covered with lichen line the far side.

The vessel appears to be made of pottery (clay). It is unglazed, terra cotta-colored with simple black and white design painted on it. It appears very old and there is a crack along the side of it. One of the two handles has broken off and is nowhere to be found.

 That the vessel is cracked could indicate a touch of cynicism about the institution.

The key is an old-fashioned skeleton key, made of iron. It is approximately 6 inches long and is a bit weighty. While it appears to have once been quite engraved, much of the design has been obliterated by a thick layer of rust.

It looks, to my mind, like a key to an old iron gate which may have been part of the boundary to someone's property.

 That this key may have been engraved at one point (decorative) could indicate that the subject vacillates between a traditional and a flashy career.