You've been walking for what feels like an eternity. The walls seem to blend together in a never-ending blur of identical beige corridors.
A faint hum of elevator music drifts through the air, making it harder to focus.
As you turn a corner, you see a figure in the distance. It's... it's your sister? No, wait, it's just someone wearing a "I'm with stupid" t-shirt.
What do you do?
What does 'sister' mean by 'it'? The meaning of life isn't just a never-ending corridor