The smell of mahogany surrounding me, filling the air with warm familiarity. Paper, parchment and spilled ink litter the area where I take each quiet timid step. I am not alone here and yet despite the numerous faces I can visualise over the endless sea of oak, not a sound is loose in the air. Not a breath can be heard. I can hear rain hitting the tall stained glass windows delicately placed in the centre of each wall, thunder rattles the roof over head. It feels calm despite the obvious chaos happening outside. Warm. Safe. There a millionaire of lives trapped inside this single room and they help us escape every single day, help us leave our lives behind for a brief moment, to live an existence beyond our four wallled boundaries.