<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>Asylum - Setting the captives free<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Eloise<br/><br/>She propped up Eloise until she was certain the woman could stand by herself.  There was vacuity to her harrowed expression that was worrying.  To the orderly, she said, "What do you mean,<em>mad</em>?  Who is mad, how do you know?"  A rush of cold fear crept up on her.  The mad did not know that they were so afflicted.  She had seen a alienist, who had insinuated that what her senses perceived was not quite<em>real</em>.  To be real in that sense meant that there was some extrinsic criterion of truth and being - that it wasn't<em>just</em>in her mind.  Now was what was shown in the mirrors<em>real</em>in that sense, or a projection of thoughts?<br/><br/>Now that Medb had the key, she said, "Perhaps now is the time to open the last door the orderlies have vacated."  If they stood in front of it, there must have been something hidden beneath that they, even outnumbered, thought worthwhile protecting.<br/><br/>To Eloise she said, "We shall be out of this place, shortly, Madame - but if I may ask, what happened in this room?  This is a place of madness, yes, but I fear it is not the inmates who have lost their wits."<br/><br/>She strained for any answer to the questions that continued to gnaw at her.