"There is no illusion," Doctor Noire insist. "I operate in science. It is all quite real, I assure you."<br/>She was prepared for anger, for accusations. There was no struggle when Danae took her by the wrist, and held her captive at the table. Instead, she focused on listening.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae's Insight</div><div class="spoiler_body">Doctor Noire had no memory of what she prophesied under the mask. Her summary of it was flawed, a bold bluff, to coax Danae in line with her true motive- a violent liberation of the <em>Charlotte's </em>survivors, under a strict timetable.<br/><br/>But having considered Corinne's analysis shrewdly, Doctor Noire's understanding of the reading no doubt rapidly filled.<br/><br/>There came no argument that Heinfroth was not the enemy. Doubtless, Doctor Noire had something to gain from the director's fall. </div></div><br/><br/>"It needed to be you, imbuing the cards. I needed you to accept my invitation, and accompany me to a more intimate setting. Can you imagine the calamity, had I read the tarokka for you in front of all the patients and staff. How she would come down on us all, for such a thing."<br/><br/>With her less dexterous hand, Doctor Noire fingered into lace-draped decolletage and produced a thick-toothed brass key which seemed every bit the doppelganger of those used to open the doors and gates within the asylum: a master key.<br/>"There is a cellar, where the cells are kept. The ground floor, you must have seen much of already. The upstairs are quarters for staff, and well acclimated patients. At the very back is Heinfroth's bedroom. In the attic, you will find the treatment rooms."<br/><br/>Doctor Noire relinquished the key.<br/><br/>"The one who attacked us in the parlor was one of yours. I ordered for her to be taken to the treatment rooms, and you shall find her there, or else in the cells below," she said, pointing to the center door in the Withdrawing Room. That door was locked, and yet, now the key was at hand.<br/><br/>"There is no way to know where the remains of your crew have gone, or whose faces they now wear. From this moment on, do not trust any who have left your sight. Do not let your minds empty. Do not sleep, do not rest your heads, and if you encounter any trailing the red ribbon, you<em>must flee." </em>