She was ten-years-old, having her father chase her around the ice, laughing. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud to be seen. She had no worries. Her mother was sitting on the park bench, calling out to her husband and child to be careful. Mallory thought she was fast enough but found out quickly her father was faster. He caught her, swinging her around playfully.

"Gotcha!"

She laughed and squirmed. "Daddy no!" He began to tickle her.

Then suddenly the tranquility of the day was shattered as balls of fire free-fell to the ground and huge machines made the ground tremble.

Two great beams of light shot towards the family, blowing them off their feet as they sank into the ice.

…...

Mallory woke up sometime later, hurting. Opening her eyes she recoiled from the body of her father next to her. Farther away, her mother laid also dead.

She whimpered and then the screaming began.

"She's been like this since last night," the doctor was saying, as he and two ducks stood, looking through a one-way glass at a red-head female duck.

"It was another episode?" The woman asked.

"Yes," the doctor responded.

The woman let out a choked sob, "this is all my fault..."

The male duck sighed, his tone annoyed. "We've been over this Minerca, she's sick in the head. It's nothing you or I did. I'm just glad it didn't spread to our kids."

"Our kids?" Minerca's head snapped up, "Our Kids? What is she Fender? Is she not our child?"

Fender stared at his wife coldly, "she stopped being my child long ago." With that he left.

…...

Mallory heard the door open behind her, but hardly responded to it. She sat quietly, observing the colorful scenery around her. The Beak mountains.

"Mallory?"

"Shh," she shushed. A Glordo was coming into view, its graceful legs pawing through the snow and its long antlers curving backwards towards its head. The annoying voice would startle the Glordo.

"What do you see?"

"Nothing..." Mallory snapped, her sudden loud tones scaring the Glordo off. "You scared it."

"I'm sorry." Her mother came to stand in front of her. "Doctor Glidel has told me you stopped taking your medication."

Mallory didn't answer her, instead she stared at the now blank wall.

"Mallory?"

She wasn't listening, she was focused on something that Minerca couldn't hear. "I hear machines."

"There are no machines dear, you're in a room with me."

Mallory shook her head, "they're loud, really loud...and they have faces...they're red."

In the opposite room, through the one way glass, a techie muttered, "sounds like she's describing a Saurian battleship."

Doctor Glidel silenced him with a glare. "Impossible...and never bring up that word in my presence, understand me?"

"Yes sir."

In the room, Mallory had clasped her hand over her ears. "It's loud!"

"Mallory, there's nothing here, you're seeing things that aren't there," her mother explained smoothly.

"It's here damn it!" The red head yelled, irate.

"Get her sedated," Doctor Glidel ordered an orderly, who quickly uncapped a syringe and barged into the room, stabbing her with the needle as she tried to fight him off. She lost consciousness after a few seconds, slumping to the floor.

Minerca was crying, "how do you end this? I want my daughter back," she demanded of the doctor glanced at her stiffly.

"I don't know Mrs. McMallard."

…...

Later

Mallory woke up to her name being called. Sluggishly, she sat up and then stood from her bed, listening.

Drawing nearer to her patient room door, she saw flames dances outside the window and smoke furling underneath. She backed up, terrified. She turned and ran back to her bed, slapping the knob of a communicator that would alert the nurse.

Her door opened several seconds later. "Mallory what is it?" Simone appeared, her expression showing she already knew what to expect.

"Fire, there was a fire..." Mallory stared at the window of her door, fire was no longer there.

"There isn't a fire, see?" Simone swung the door open to emphasize her point. "No fire, now calm down and go to sleep."

"There is a fire..." Mallory insisted, "Fire..." A series of pictures began to reel through her mind. "Floor Two-Two -Eight..." she recited what she was seeing, "patient #37899...it's happening!"

Simone shook her head and shut Mallory's door, locking it.

…...

Later

Charger and TJ were enjoying a few minutes of bliss, sharing a joint of rolled up illegal Soot as they called it on the streets. On screen of the security cameras they were supposed to be watching, smoke was curling under the door of patient # 37899.

"This is some good shit,"

"I know, "TJ agreed.

It wasn't until there was a audible explosion that the two guards looked up, surprised to see camera 7 on floor two-two-eight blinded by a fiery blaze.

"Holy shit," Charger exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "What the hell is that?"

The two guards ran out of the room.