Trish sits in the darkness of the dresser drawer, enveloped in an unknown fabric unearthly soft to the touch. Even with such a luxurious accommodation, she still feels horrible...<br/>"Ryu could have hurt her..." Trish says aloud, rolling over in the plush heaven, "and it' would have been my fault..." Trish curles into a ball, guilt heavy on her heart as she slips away into pleasant dreams...