<strong>-Meanwhile with Jillian-</strong><br/><br/><em>She watched as fate it seems was ironic casting a six on the die roll. She felt her shadow shift for a second before she felt hands clasp over her body and her mouth and she saw the earth turn to filth and grime. She would then be dragged near the edge and the strength was too much. She falls into it and is pulled through a sea of disease, one of her worst fears as a symbol of what was perhaps to come. Darkness soon overtook her mind unable to cope with it. <br/><br/>When she awoke she found herself completely cleaned and in her total perfection once again but at least she was somewhere safe it seems. It felt like that was just a dream almost as she found herself in a model place of hygiene, a bathhouse with beautiful tanned walls of stone and white granite for the floor. Towels, soaps, lotions and oil line the walls and a beautiful bath was readied as she saw murals depicting stories of peace, fertility and purity line the walls. There was a door of oak before her ready to be opened</em>