[The PORTAL turns on as it clatters to the floor. The view is tilted as it landed on the clawed foot of the table, causing it to not have a complete shot of the ceiling. There's a leg followed by the skirt of a person of low station. A low panting is heard, panicked and fearful. Through the teneka, a rush of emotions and thoughts come pouring out. Twisted, horrible images of a man, a doctor, black ink pouring from his eyes, his mouth, his ears, his nose. He towers over her, she a spot of blue in a world of red, black and gray.
The image is pushed away, but still hangs in the corners of her shattered, but slowly healing mind.]
My God.... Where am I? Why can't I speak? I open my mouth and no sound comes out.
[The owner of the legs back up and is revealed to be a pale young woman with wild, panic-filled green eyes and dark hair, shoulder length and shaggy. Tears stream down her cheeks and her hands are at her temples, grabbing bunches of hair.]
Have I finally lost it? Was killing him all a dream? Am I forever trapped within the confines of my mind?
[Flashes of a fire, the sound of agonizing screams can be heard. The tears spill harder down her face and she drops to her knees, curling up into as small a target as possible.]
Please....
I need help.