Laure had gathered up what she could of her composure and was rolling over her options. Everyone else seemed to be believing the guy, and just jumping into the crazy idea after him. But she had no definite reason to just go with it. Everyone else seemed to be approaching it with a bit more of screw it attitude, but she didn't see the actual harm in just leaving and not getting fed up in this mess. It seemed much easier, if not more sane.<br/><br/>She was just about to turn to leave again, this time prepared for whatever twist her new head-mates were going to throw at her. As soon as he began to turn, though, her feet froze in place.<br/><br/><span style="color: #cae8a2"><span style="font-style: italic">"Please, Miss, don't make this difficult. This whole situation would move along much more swiftly if you would just comply."</span></span><br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>?<br/><br/><span style="color: #77bfc7"><span style="font-style: italic">"I don't think you really understand the situation here. Its not like you can continue living on your life.  Once you turn us on, there is no off switch. At least, not one that you would know of. There might be, though you wouldn't know about it. And I doubt a Google search will turn up anything."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #e39485"><span style="font-style: italic">"Don't worry, though, darling. It's not like it was much of a life to begin with. A girl with your talent, bartending at age twenty-something."</span></span><br/><br/>Christ. They were right. Leaving would do no good, and she'd probably end up locked up for being seen out talking to herself in the middle of the street. They'd simply been given some illusion of choice. There genuinely was no such thing. The only way she had any chance of getting rid of these...things was if someone knew more than she did, including a method on how to silence voices screaming in your head. And the only way to get that was to follow the source, meaning Mr. Goodeman.<br/><br/>As she made her decision, she was freed from her hold, and she followed the others before her. Oh, God. She was going to regret this.