She took another step back, looked around for any sort of exit to the strange dimension she’d found herself in, and sighed. Don’t panic. If the Cr...ne, assuming this was the Crone, actually wanted you dead, she could make it happen, easily. Right?Or maybe she couldn’t? The Crone was a god or something, and the more Triss dug into the world of dark rituals and shit, the more it seemed like there were divine rules mere plebes didn’t know about. Spirits had to follow rules, apparently, so why not. I was amazed at how she changed, gaining confidence in herself in leaps and bounds, trying whatever ideas that came to mind for new things to do to me. Vanya did many things I didn't like but there were lots of others with which she drove me wild; either way, I had no choice but to submit to her will. At first I thought she was just idly experimenting - in hindsight perhaps in some things she was - but later I came to realise she had definite plans and purpose at the back of almost everything. As we sat down having a cigarette she was telling me about herself. Donna was in the kitchen talking to three blokes, they were having a right laugh and she was flirting in her own special way having consumed quite a drop of Scotch. After a half hour she said “I need the toilet” and Chris, the guy she’d originally eyed up showed her where it was.When she came out of the bathroom Chris was talking to two other guys, Connor, 35, and Steven, 29. Donna cheekily suggested they find somewhere quiet. Brain wave monitors indicated that if you had been awake you would have felt the extreme pain you normal experience when exposed to light when not wearing your goggles. For us to get the very precise scans we need we will have to put you to sleep again for a little while. It won’t be as long as before and you will awaken in a different room than down on the intermediate blind ward. You aiding the others, who all previously had training at another facility, demonstrated that you are more than.