Someone – a voice she knew – knew well – was calling her. She wanted to answer – but couldn’t – she was weighted down, voiceless, with swimming head and tight shut eyes. And then the voice cried out – and slipped away – and all was darkness.
No: there was light; bright light – She closed her eyes tighter against its penetrative insistence – but there were voices too – and then a cold hand touched her brow – and she was awake.
“To the very minute – and so back with us again.”
The voice was amused – and that too she knew! Her eyes opened – and at once widened. Instinct made her raise defensive hands; but instinct was powerless against the steel restraints which pinned her wrists to the steel chair in which she was seated. Furious, she kicked out – again to no effect; her ankles were likewise shackled. She was helpless!
The masked features split