<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg413010#msg413010">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 24-08-2007, 17:10:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>oh god</em> she thought, the events of the last hour coming back to her in a flood, her hands suddenly shaking as he imagined what she must look like, what the druggie had done to her... Once she got Sgt.  Raia in the back seat of the car, her fingers flew to her hair, expecting them to come away sticky...  she was surprised to find them clean.  Then, she caught sight of herself in the reflection of the patrol car's window, freezing at the sight.<br/><br/>"What the..."  the woman who stared back at her had her face, framed by snow white hair and neon blue eyes.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela found herself sitting in one of the interogation rooms back at the station, warming her hands on a hot cup of coffee. She had delivered Raia to the hospital safely, and the doctors told her he was going to be fine, but he would probably be on sick leave for awhile.<br/>There had been lots of questions of course. What had happened? Who had done it? What the hell had happened to her? She hadn't really been in the mood to answer any of them, and they had given her some space. But here she was, waiting for someone to come and take her statement. How was she supposed to explain what had happened when she couldn't even make heads or tails of it herself? And her change in apperance...what the hell was happening?