Ambrosa stretched out her mind in an attempt to connect with someone, anyone...<br/><br/>And it connected with a child. The child's mind was filled with things she had not heard of. What was a cell fone? What was the inter net? What was a prom?<br/><br/>Whatever they were, they sounded bothersome. If only she could bring the child to her... Too late, the connection had been broken. Slumping with defeat, she thought up ways to free herself. There was no way she could unshakle her wrists, neck, and ankles. There was no way.