How silly! There's nothing to fear here. Just floor to ceiling shelves, filled with the accumulation of ten years. The search might take a bit, but nothing to fear at all. Be methodical. Start at the bottom and work up. Begin with that large box. Stuck. Try again. Ah, here it comes.
Avalanche. Tottering shelves hurl their contents. A large brass trophy jettisons from the pinnacle towards her head.
Blackness. Endless blackness. It's what they'd predicted, but it's not frightening. Years of constricting city crowds. Years of claustrophobic living quarters. Gone. She relaxes and drifts away, blissfully lost in the endless space.