The black abyss stared back at him, as Lennier felt the life drain slowly from him. It didn't take long for the burning lights to fade and Anne's screaming to dull to a soft murmur, a hum, almost comforting in its tone and rhythm.

Soon it all subsided to a thumping, a steady beat. Was it his heart? His blood dripping onto the floor?

He found he was soon beyond caring, as oblivion crept onto him, in it's blissful silence.

But it would not come, and he found himself growing heavy again, and aware of his body, and the pain, and the lights.

He was infinitely disappointed when he realized he wasn't going to die now, and had more to go through first.

"Lennier!" came a worried cry, "are you alright?!"

He opened his eyes, and was greeted by first a throbbing pain, and a blurry image of Anne looking down on him.

"What happened?" he asked, as his vision reassembled itself. He could barely see her, and was afraid there was something wrong with his vision, but then realized that it was because the lights were out, save but for the red glow of emergency lights. He also realized that he wasn't on the medical table, and that he hadn't been opened up. It had been a dream, a terrifyingly real dream, but a dream.

"She went nuts! Pris knocked you out with the effigy and then tried to choke me! I tried to get free, but I passed out."

She was on the verge of hysterics and tears as she continued, "and then I was on one of the medical tables and she was cutting you up, or at least that's what I thought, but..."

Lennier sat up, trying to remember to take it easy so he didn't pass out or anything.

"It wasn't real," he said quietly.

Pris was attacking people, the thought caused a shudder to run down his spine. Marcus had something about the whatever it was controlling people, changing them to suit it's will. A cold shudder went down his spine, followed by resolve.

Very slowly, and with Anne's help, he got up.

"We have to find her," he said firmly.

Anne raised her eyebrows and looked doubtful, "and do what when we find her?"

Lennier shrugged, "Whatever we can."

The corridor stretched out before them in oppressive silence, as they made their way back to the main junction. By now, the floor was riddled with footprints, making it hard to discern which way Pris may have gone.

He looked around carefully, holding his PPG ready. He didn't want to have to fire on her, but he would, if nothing else to wing her. Anne followed him, shaking and looking around her like a trapped animal. On her shoulder was a small medical bag.

Lennier studied the floor, trying to see if there was a new set of tracks, which would indicate where Pris was heading, but couldn't see anything new. He thought he could hear something.

Anne watched him for a minute, before putting her hand on her hip and saying, "Well, now what?"

He shushed her and listened. It was clear now, there was a rattling, a thumping, coming from down the hall to his left, back towards the front door.

Anne stepped out into the junction and looked towards the noise, as it steadily became louder.

"What is that?"

"I don't know," he said, as he started slowly towards it.

Anne hesitated a second, "Maybe it's something trying to get in," she said warily.

"No," he said, "I think it's someone trying to get out."