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I think I'll be a cheapskate and review both chapters at once. There is a thing like too much lace.
The gritty snapshot in the first chapter might be cliché, but clichés come into being for a reason. Just ask Shakespeare. Her thoughts on pointless death were great and very realistic, lending a sense of touch and smell to the image, just like the blurry image, fading to red and redder as she loses sight of what matters in the foyer of death. The image presented by the second chapter tells me that she might have left the foyer, but she did take a card. Apparently, she didn't learn Death's lesson to the visitors: Courage in life. Must be hard on such a brilliant mind to be able to imagine What-if's that normal people just wouldn't see.

Oh, and if a closet-door is jammed, they usually respond to a swift kick. If they don't, well, there are other clothes.

Vanir