I push my way out of the cupboard and walk towards the door with heavy steps. Clomp, clomp, like the clopping of a horse, except my boots make little noise on the hard floors. I hear Dr Turner's voice through the crack. He is giving Sister Constance orders. More coughing comes, but that can't be from Anna. Anna's coughs are quiet and lady like, even when she is doubled over. This sounds like a soul being ripped apart.