Drawn by a stray thought, the doing of which she was ignorant of, a loose robe appeared from nothing and settled around her shoulders, sticking to her slender frame by the blood drawn from her by the Nightmare Throne.  She was coming back into her right frame of mind, even if her body was wracked and unsettled.  She sank down, on the top step of the dais, and wiped the sweat from her brow.  "What will happen when I wake up, Balthazar?"