A confused

tumble of images

shot through her mind,

searing her consciousness

with another's pain.

After a moment the swirl

resolved itself into a young man

with a shock of dirty-blonde

hair that fell into his eyes

standing in a dark shadow,

a splash of red

lit the background. The view

jerked suddenly and a second

figure became visible. The two

figures faced off; there was

a flash of a knife and a distorted


echoed through her mind.

The image blurred

as one of the men lunged.

A few moments of confused

movement and stifled curses

ended in a sharp grunt

of pain.

The image sharpened


and revealed the prone form

of the young man, his shirt

soaked through with crimson


Out in the softly-lit chamber

Agatha spoke,