35.
stepping through the door, she makes a mark on the floor once more. a tally mark, this time, with a small arrow to show where she came from. she'll pass back though here, she's sure, so there's no reason to bother showing which way she's an about to go. it's always in circles.
the Witch freezes beset by the odd sensation that someone is watching her. she turns slowly, scanning every mirrored surface, every corner, and sees... nothing. no one.
”... right, well... nothing to be done.”
as she sets off down the new corridor, she swears she sees strange movements in the corner of her vision, like an echo, a visual echo, as if someone were intentionally mirroring her movements. yet every time she turns to look, she sees naught but herself.