Jackie touching the wisp didn't do anything immediately, it didn't even have a feeling to it, like passing her hand through air.<br/><br/>However, when her hand was pulled back, thin spiderweb like strings trailed after her, wrapped lightly around her fingers. Shaking them off did nothing and attempting to wipe them off seemed to only get them tangled up around her other hand, or on her clothes.<br/><br/>It was a moment to realize that they were spreading on their own as well, stretching around her body. Even later to realize that they'd seemed to catch on a non-existent breeze and float over to the other two women where they too became entangled.<br/><br/>Pins and needles came next, as if their entire bodies were falling asleep. Fluttering warmth blossomed across their skin even as an icy cold flowed through their veins.<br/><br/>Then came the pressure, a slightly uncomfortable weight in their abdomen, slowly growing into their stomachs, chests, continuing on until there was a pressure in every part of their bodies. It was building, pushing against the undersides of their skin, trying to break free and threatening to expand and burst them like a balloon.<br/><br/>Suddenly, it all stopped.<br/><br/>Each woman found themselves alone in a dark space, completely void like aside from the floating wisp in front of them. It twisted and changed, growing and shrinking in tune with their thoughts. It shifted through many forms, all retaining the initial white color. A simple candle flame, a small animal, a leafless tree. A nearly infinite number of combinations until the wisp finally settled down into a new shape, unique to them.<br/><br/>It was theirs. They didn't know how they knew this, but they knew without a doubt that this final shape was theirs and theirs alone. No one else would ever have the exact same one.<br/><br/>Then they couldn't breathe and struggled as the wisp vanished, their eyes opening from whatever dreamlike state they had just been in.<br/><br/>It was still dark but there was a different feeling a sludge like substance pressed against them, forcing them to close their eyes once again and push out.<br/><br/>Fingers found a smooth leathery texture surrounding them but hard when pressed against. Lack of oxygen pushed them harder, scratching at this substance before there was a crunching feeling coupled with cold air against their fingers.<br/><br/>With a sudden push and gasp, they break free into fresh air, before immediately coughing and becoming violently sick.<br/><br/>After a bit of work, their eyes open once more to find themselves still in the empty office before, unchanged except for them standing in large black egg like objects, a dark mud like substance leaking onto the floor from where they broke free, the same substance staining their skin where it sloughs off to splat against the mess below them.<br/><br/>The smell hits them next, an awful, indescribable smell that causes them to retch once more, to do their best to get away from the disgusting mess they found themselves encased in. The taste is in their mouths, the smell refusing to leave their noses.<br/><br/>Then it is spotted, a new hallway leading away from this room and faintly...they can hear the soft dripping of water.<br/><br/>A shower? Bath? At this point a hose would do.