Laure honestly felt like she was going to die. The pure exhaustion wasn't even the worst part. The shadows and lights all moving around her, the voices and scattered images of both herself and people who were and weren't her was enough to drive anyone insane. Someone else said something in reply, but she didn't really try to waste energy deciphering it.<br/><br/>As the speaking continued, though, the paralyzing tiredness began to creep away, the dancing of the shadows slowing and fading a bit. It was as if everything had returned to normal, except for the fact that the voices and shattered images were still surrounding her. Testing her strength, she stood up a bit, at first against the wall, then moving forward and standing on her own. Oh, great. Now her hair was ruined. And the dress was probably unwearable, as it had been ripped when she'd fallen on it. Pity. It had been one of her favorites.<br/><br/>The Goodeman guy said something else about listening to the souls or whatever, and though Laurel tried to block it out and continue on her way out the door, her curiosity got the better of her. Her nonchalant and carefree attitude was slowly returning, and she figured that maybe if she would play along with this guy's game, she'd be able to escape with a bit less of a struggle.<br/><br/>She sighed a bit, kind of annoyed at how inconvenient and annoying the whole situation was. Now that she looked at it from a different angle, it wasn't all that threatening. The only things that stood between her and willingly escaping were an insane old man and a relatively-buff bodyguard who would be easy to slip past with some quick movements.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing in on one of the voices. She pulled on the one with the most foreign sound to her, the one that stood out the most. A powerful, heavily accented sound commanding attention. She opened her eyes for a few seconds, noticing that the whiteness of her hair began to stand out even more, and her light skin turned shades darker. She quickly shut them again, squeezing them tight. It hadn't happened, of course. It was just a trick of the eye. Yeah, that was it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...The man is not lying. What he says is truthful. You should trust his knowledge..."</span>The voice came suddenly and unexpectedly, though it seemed as if it had almost been there. Like when you have a radio turned down really low, and are talking. You forget it's even on. Then, when you stop talking, it's only slightly audible until you turn the volume back up. As it spoke, a name floated into her thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">Ororo Munroe. Storm.</span><br/><br/>Laurel gasped quietly, opening her eyes. The voice faded away, but was much more understandable. She could hear it speaking among the others, could decipher it if she focused.