What reason do people have for wanting to live? It's just something people want.

[ So why doesn't the door open when she says so? She frowns to herself, a faint nagging thought in the back of her mind that she brushes aside because she doesn't think of it as a personal question, not understanding 45's to be one too. ]

I want to live until I die a natural death. Something like that?

[ She presses her hand against the wall, but it doesn't give. ]