She lay in that room with the rest of the bodies, toes pointed in, soft music on the speakers, eye pillows and big gray blankets resting lightly atop each motionless figure. No breathing allowed, only non-thinking. Playing dead eventually equals being dead. If your thoughts become scattered simply plunge your body into dark dark water and silence them, because thinking is confusing and voices are too much and you need to stop it all and become the floor or whatever.