This is a box in a dark corner of our head. The box is an extradimensional space, inside it is our bed in the bedroom we had from ages 5 to 15. The bed is in our darkened bedroom and loaded with a bunch of stuffed animals from our childhood. There is a single child in this room, one of the Christinas, named Shane. To our eyes looking at the grey box in the Front Room, it looks like a dark box full of stuffies with a single dark brooding child in it who sometimes pops her head out of the box, or sits around cuddling stuffies with the lid off til something bad affects her, at which time she slams the lid back on the box.