The pilgrim ignored the comment and waited for his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.
'You okay?' The woman asked. 'You didn't go blind or anything?'
'I'm fine. Just give me a moment.'
He squinted his eyes and peered around the room. Three steps wide and ten deep, it wasn't as much a room as a hallway. At the far end of the room, a dozen yards away, a white door was set into the smooth, white wall.
Not a threat in sight. But something niggled at the back of his mind. What was wrong with this picture? With a sudden rush of realization, he drew his gun. He was alone in the room. Where was the woman?