Idiosyncratic.

she bolted from her place and made a run for the door. but unlike a real room, the door has no knob. she bolted toward the large windows, but they had no handle too. that left her with no choice but to gaze around, searching for an exit. surrounded by a chorus of laughter that threatened to swallow her completely. she railed against the walls, the doors, pounding harder and harder, until she noticed one laugh in particular, stood out from the rest. one squeaky laugh that raised above all the others and lured her right out of that mess. the crowd disappeared. the surrounding starting to drift and vanish into a mist.

説明できない。