Not being in control of their body wasn't pleasant in the least.. All this riddle and rooms felt like she was being thrown from here to there! As Ira stumbled into the third room, a bit dizzy, and... blue! All was blue. She rubbed her eyes again, thinking it was her mind or eyes playing tricks on her. Again she saw.. same.

The blue was hurting to her eyes. Whoever had planned the room interiors was obviously a little mad. Or colorblind.

Taking a few moments to get her eyes adjusted to the blueness around her, Ira sighed. One more riddle. Ira was just about to read the riddle, when suddenly the ground gave way. No, she began floating, or rather flying! Help! How was she supposed to think and answer of a riddle while being made to fly backwards?