In sarah's meditation, her energy seeped into that of her "family", the hell brothers three.  she was nearly ripped from her body as her absorption of the dark energies she had conjured created her own inner dimension like that of the brother's, reaching out for them as flashes of their worlds were shown to her in translucent clouds, their prisoners appearing before her.<br/><br/>The tall, fiery headed victor smiling and bowing to her respectfully, the images of his forest in the clouds behind him. The condemned innocent.<br/><br/>Beside him opened a deep red cloud, images of a hospital and a blood spattered bedroom, a little boy appearing, tugging on his own long black hair timidly, a deep red shadow leaning over his shoulder a long knife in his hand as he shook. Jeff's inner demons of schizophrenia shown to her vividly. The tormented child.<br/><br/>A final cloud of black billowed foreword, the ceiling of an archaic medical room drenched in blood and singed in rust. a pale young man, his body thin and sickly, his head smooth and eyes foggy. his pale flesh covered in wounds of syringes and medical tubing, the teeth marks of leeches and the crossing of old stitches with new. He looked up at her weakly, his body so viciously mutilated already in the form of his inner self. The tortured patient.