Thraxius's mind starts puzzling out the various images, placing which were his own memories, and when and where he had aquired them.  Some pieces didn't fit... but were just as obviously memories... though they seemed faded, as if muh older somehow.<br/><br/>The little girl frowns at Thraxius's words, as if trying to puzzle out their meaning.  Then suddenly, her face suffuses with anger, and she screams, in a voice that seems to fill every corner of the memories.  "No!  Get away!"<br/><br/>She fades away as if she was never there, taking away all the sounds with her.  The screams stop, the whirr of the air conditioner stops... there is only silence.<br/><br/>At least for the moment.  A few seconds pass, then Thraxius hears footsteps, bare feet walking on permacrete.<br/><br/>Turning to survey this new danger, he sees the golden haired beauty approaching.  Long tresses hide her naked chest, and she holds one hand modestly in front of her thighs.  She approaches slowly, speaking in a familiar voice.  "Everyone else vanished... are you another illusion?"