[Ema Skye is freaking out. Thanks to an ill-advised cafeteria meal at the hospital, she's hallucinating. As far as she's concerned, she's fourteen years old again (while simultaneously twenty-five), reliving one of the worst nights of her life. She's trapped in a darkened office with no source of light except for the occasional flash of lightning.
Joe Darke is coming after her.
Neil Marshall is coming to save her.
Neil Marshall is going to die, and it will be all her fault.
Sure, Damon Gant was the man who actually killed the prosecutor. But if he hadn't have come to her rescue, the opportunity would have never presented itself.
She can't handle this. So she can be found cowering, her arms over her head, waiting for history to repeat itself. Unless... maybe this time, Neil Marshall won't come to her rescue. Maybe this time, she's done for.
Either way, she waits.]
[B: Somewhere, sometime after A. Locked to uranophobe and puzzlerprince]
[Paging Dr. Jonathan Crane.
Your newest test subject is ready.]