“Obviously she is more dangerous!” Ann replied. “The Christine I knew couldn’t and wouldn’t do that,” she pointed at the wall in turn. “I think so.” With that she stood up, knowing that Samuel was correct. They did need to get out of there. “Let’s go.” Her voice was flat as she started to walk away from the scene.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>Christine was dreaming, she knew it because she could feel her own weight of laying on the floor even as she seemed to walk through the mists of her mind. Something kept trying to insert itself into her dream, though. It started out as a sound and then grew. Eventually it formed words. Someone was saying her name. With that realization, she woke.<br/><br/>It was dark, and when Christine reached out her hand came into contact with a familiar feeling. She smiled, feeling safe and surprised by Argent’s cover. “Argent. Wha-“ She stopped as a man’s voice spoke again. “Who’s out there. Argent. Let me out to see.” Standing up she walked towards Argent’s side, hoping it would let her through, as she stepped outside of the wall of Argent. “Who are you?”