“Discord,” said the voice. “You can call me Discord. And I will call you a friend. Assuming you can do as you’re told.” The world blurred around them, and Sarah was suddenly standing in medical. This time the image wasn’t dredged up from some ancient memory, it was captured in perfect fidelity. She could feel herself lying unconscious in a cot, tucked away in one of the “recovery tubes” near the back of the room. She would probably be kept here for some time, maybe days.