<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asking the fortune teller<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Party<br/><br/>Danae took the key and clasped in her palm.  Heavy, warm and slightly damp from contact with Dr Noire's fevered flesh.  It almost felt organic.<br/><br/>"Treatment rooms, you say, Doctor?"  Danae was already rising to leave, her tolerance for guesswork exhausted.  She knew the question she wished to ask but was certain she would not like the answer.  "Are any of your patients ever cured?"<br/><br/>The warning against sleep had a chilling effect on her.  Sleep was the one dimension in which she could be rendered utterly helpless, and at the mercy of her memories.  There she could be held hostage by creeping guilt.<br/><br/>To Corinne she said, "Perhaps she wishes for us to be the bloody-handed ones."  The image of the red thread troubled her.  In such a drab place, the colour would have seemed striking and out of place.  At boarding school, a place almost as miserable as the one which they found themselves, she had been a prefect and wore a blue blazon, which certainly filled the juniors with fear.  Of course, back then she was the one wielding the cane.<br/><br/>Turning again to Doctor Noire, she looped the keychain around her wrist, "Doctor, I cannot say this is a sufficient token for your abstruse riddles, but you have my thanks, though I am certain that you are animated neither by piety nor altruism.  If we work to the same end, albeit for different reasons, then we must count you an ally."<br/><br/>To Aloisa and Faelyn she said, "What do you think of going first to the 'treatment' rooms?  I sense urgency.  We may not have much time, but I fear there will be nothing left for us to rescue if we do not find her swiftly."  She wanted a seasoned warrior's appraisal of her suggestion.