<strong>Paradiso Police Station</strong><br/><br/>"Jason?" Lorraine's voice sounded very small and weak. Her knees trembled and she sought support against the cell, her hand flailing along the iron bars. "What's going on?" She shivered, turning away from Jason's clouded eyes.<br/><br/>Fear crashed down her nervous system like a tidal wave and for a timeless moment Lorraine fell silent, holding herself as still as a statue. It passed, almost as soon as she had felt the terror hit, threatening to numb her, it was pushed to the background of her mind, still existant but powerless.<br/>She was still afraid but she found she could act; it didn't hold her like it did with Brandon. Adrenaline coursed through her body, alerting her senses. Her body prepared for action and she leaned forward. Lorraine wasn't a fighter, but that didn't matter now. Someone had to stop them, no matter what the cost. The second sight came to her, allowing her to see through the illusions they had created. Berating herself she had not done so sooner, she only now looked to the man in the third cell.<br/><br/>"You can't have him." Lorraine took a tentative step forward, locking eyes with Angela. "Not unless this is what he wants and from the look of him, I'd say it isn't." Without further warning she flung herself forward, blocking Angela from Brandon with her own slender form.<br/>