Quarterly movements to the designated restriction

She thought it smelled delicious- a heady mixture of campfire and shampoo. And all at once, she was whisked into a place that she didn't realize existed. It was mostly in her mind as she could clearly see before her the desk and the carpet that seemed to stretch on for ages until it hit the wall, but the memories... she was taken away.

And the smells. The tastes. The triggers!
Ack.