The individual Mindjack is lying on the cot, much as Bast saw in her vision. A pair of nullifier cuffs are slapped on his wrists, and his eyes when he looks at you are glazed over. "Time for more happy juice?" he asks, his voice slurred.<br/><br/>From the cell opposite, you can see a pair of eyes staring at you through the slot in the door, open of those featureless ones it seems all prison doors have, for observation, or sliding in a tray of food. "Hey!" comes a female voice. "Are you Omega? If you can get me out of here, you won't regret it."