From her backpack, she took out a set of wired earbuds and a charger. There was an outlet near the door, which suited her needs. She plugged in her phone to charge and tapped on a music app.
A shame there were no channels dedicated to the Roaring Twenties or even the thirties. However, she found one playing music from the forties. At least it was not what passed for pop these days. Clara selected the channel, then tapped on ‘Play.’ I bet no one from my time would believe such a device was possible.
Music posed a risk, but the volume was low enough to hear the electrical panel hum. The music would take her mind off her surroundings, including the cold floor and wall she was pressed against.