The room didn't look like his mother's anymore. It looked more like a young girl's room. The bed was a single twin size, the picture above it was one of a unicorn in a fantasy scene.
Jon felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as they placed his mother on the bed. One of the workmen began to restyle her hair, and another dressed her, placing her under a bedspread with cartoon characters on it.
It was too much. Jon had tried to stop them, but had been generally ignored. He decided to make a nuisance of himself, pushing himself to block the door.
It didn't work. Two of them came at him, moving him out of the way, and into the hall.
