Linna's eyes closed as her 'howl' faded away.. did she hear right, or was that just her ears playing tricks on her? She could not understand. She was not a drug user, had never touched alcohol in her life, and yet these.. happenings.. how else could they have been explained? Falling onto the floor, she rolled onto her back and whimpered, her eyes looking through the window - shattered, somehow, she realized - and falling onto the pale gibbous moon smiling at her through a circular hole cut right into the storm clouds itself!<br/><br/>Her lips opened as she gaped at the moon for several split-seconds, before the gentle caress of those hands against her bared sex pulled her back to reality in a hurry. "Stop! Stop!" She tried to get herself to whimper, trying to tug down on her skirt, which was now firmly up around her hips. She tried to draw hreself into a ball again, and now roll over toward where the strings and tools were spilled onto the floor. Her hand grabbed hold of what felt like a screwdriver, and she desperately tried to turn that to extract or pry whatever was molesting her!