The building I was in was being bombarded with poison gas, so once I saw the smoke creeping up, I went into a room. Everything was white. There was a lady, maybe in her mid-forties. Her hair was disheveled, and she was sitting on the floor, in the corner, rocking back and forth. She was mumbling something but I can't remember what it was. Soon enough, the smoke entered the room because of the space under the door, and I got knocked out.