saras head bounced off the flat surface leaving a crescent-like crack as she slumped to the floor , motionless . she was a tiny , wrinkled woman who looked as dry and tough as old leather . brick moved on to fate for an answer to the curious scenes . after i was hidden in the closet under the stairs , i whispered , hello ? while she stayed there , she slept very little . the wall he had found formed what seemed to be a very large curved structure with virtually nothing inside of it . 