<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>As Alan swings at her with the fire extinguisher, time suddenly shifted, cutting in two as if he was simultaneously in different dimensions.  In the first image, he catches her in the side of her head, knocking off most of her face but doing little damage.  In the second, he gets her with a strong strike into the forehead, knocking her back several feet.  That instant seemed to stretch as they melded back together, as if deciding which way things would play out, but at the end, the second one where she was significantly knocked back played itself out.<br/><br/>The sudden ramming caught her by surprise.  She made a strange, unholy sound not unlike a gurgling as a mass of hair came out from his strike and forced her back.  She wasn't very strong, and she ended up fleeing back from him in shock, moving back into the studio.  "How?"  Her tone quickly turned into indignation.  "How?  My own mother can't recognize me like this!"  Forced into the center of the room, she stopped dead as if caught on some sort of invisible strands, rising up to her full height.  "I need you, Alan.  I couldn't bear it if I couldn't see my beauty once more.  Can you even imagine what that's like?"  The shadows around her started to ripple, collecting around her like a congealing ball.  Soon she was completely enveloped, merely a shape in the dim lighting, but that shape just kept on growing, building in force and power.