Sarah's form shifted and twisted beneath the sheets in her bed. Not even her dreams were giving her reprieve from the attack. His blood was everywhere even in her dreams, it covered her form, she felt as though she were drowning in it. The scissors hit their mark with each jerk of her arm. A knock came at the door and she paused mid thrust. The man writhed beneath her and she glanced up. There were no doors here, and yet the knocking seemed to grow a bit louder before she heard the shifting of locks.<br/><br/>Looking down Sean was gone. The blood still coated her body; but he was gone. She started to shift even more as the locks shifted and she jolted upright in bed. Her head swam as a soft cry of surprised brushed past her lips. Where in the hell was she? Her vision was dark, oh god, was she blind? She blinked a few times and her vision started coming back to her slowly.<strong>"Good Morning Ms. Thompson."</strong>she heard a man's voice and immediately grew still.<br/><br/><strong>"What's going on?</strong>she murmured, her eyes focusing more and more though her head still throbbed and spun. Before her stood a man who was at the very least 6' tall with lean firm muscles. His grey eyes were soft yet they seemed to pierce into her mind, telling her that he was one she wouldn't want to upset.<strong>"I've been asked to take you to breakfast, so it's time to get up."</strong>he said firmly leaving no room for her to argue. Not that she would.<br/><br/><strong>"Where am I?"</strong>she asked not moving from the bed at first. It was then she realized she wasn't even in her own clothing, had she changed herself or had someone done it for her?<strong>"You're at Rosanam, you've only been here a day. So don't worry you haven't lost any time. But you need to get up and get dressed."</strong>She seemed to remember that, and the the hearing came back to her. Oh god what had she done....a tear streaked down her cheek, maybe she had just blacked out from all of it, put it all from her mind.<br/><br/>She wished she hadn't told Michelle not to bother visiting. She needed her old friend. Slipping out of the bed she looked around,<strong>"The dresser is yours to keep your uniforms in."</strong>he said nodding to it. She moved towards the drawer and glanced back at him, and he seemed to not be paying attention. She wondered for a moment if he expected her to change in front of him. After a minute she figured he expected just that and began to change, feeling like the shy school girl she never was.<br/><br/>After she was changed she deposited the clothes she'd been wearing into the laundry basket and he motioned for her to follow as he moved from the room into the hall.<br/><br/>Continued in Inner Halls (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.msg4668714#msg4668714)