As Dani's hand grabbed the door handle on the upstairs apartment her mind was filled with a jumble of conflicting images, some feeling old and worn, others new and fresh, one seemed to catch her attention and swam into focus, sharp relief.<br/><br/>The door wasn't here, it was... Elsewhere. A hotel? The man stepping through it was sharply dressed, a suit, a hat, a tie, those old black and white shoes, a scent of tobacco and pefume as he stepped through the door. A woman on the bed, laying languid, in an old flapper dress, complete with period details. The room was too, no TV, mini fridge metal with a locking pull handle, all the fixtures and fittings from the early twentieth century.<br/><br/>When she saw the man the woman started to smile, till she saw the gun in his hand. She didn't finish her scream before the weapon barked quietly, the suppressor quieting the shots, so while they were still quite loud, they weren't deafening in the enclosed space.<br/><br/>The first round found her in the belly, the next two grouped close together on her chest, the last making a bloody ruin of her pretty face.<br/><br/>Dani let go of doorhandle and the vision faded as fast as it had come to her, she was back in reality again, yet she could still remember every detail, sharp and real.