Pris had been so cold, knowing that her body was being used, her mind being taken over, and she couldn't stop it. She found this very terrifying, not to mention frustrating. After all, her mind was one of her favorite things in the universe, and she had felt it was strong. Now, to be bowled over by an old statue and a crusty old god just made her very angry, not to mention scared.

She felt the oppressive nature of the thing which had invaded her so easily, weighing her down.

Then, suddenly, she felt it lift, as if it was vacating her.

She opened her eyes, and found herself standing in a circle of light. Her head was resting against someone's shoulder, someone whose arms were wrapped around her. It didn't take her long to figure out who it was, or what was happening.

"Lennier?" she managed to get out.

He drew in a shuddered breath.

She felt her heart leap into her throat, "what have you done?!" she choked, even though she knew the answer.

"I am sorry, Pris," he said with a sigh, before everything went white.

Slowly, she regained conciseness, and her eyes slowly opened to reveal she was in the med lab.

Pris tried to move, but found she was strapped to the table, with a near hysterical girl waving her own gun in her face.

"Show me your eyes!" she was shouting.

"What?" she said, blinking.

"Show me your God-damned eyes!"

Pris widened her eyes, so Anne could see them clearly. The girl seemed to relax a little, but didn't drop the gun. Instead she moved forward slowly and looked at Pris' skin, which was now normal again.

"Ok," she said, relieved, as she lowered the gun.

Pris waited a second before saying, "So, you gonna let me loose?"

"What? Oh!" Anne jumped forward and started undoing her bonds, "sorry."

Pris got up once she was free, and then noticed Lennier lying on the table next to her.

"Oh god no," she whispered.

And then they both noticed, the effigy was starting to glow and pulse.

Lennier felt life being taken from him slowly as Turok, or whatever it was, took him over. He was surrounded by it, in it, filled with its cold.

"Yeses," it said, "you are full of life, sadness, pain, regret and what's more, you are willing. I feel rejuvenated. You have all I need and more."

He shuddered, and felt despair welling up in his heart. But it was right, he was willing.

"Pris," Anne said urgently, trying to get Pris to follow her "we have to go, it's what he wants."

She didn't move, but continued to stare at Lennier. He had given himself up for her, completely. Not just death, but completely.

She couldn't help but feel a little unworthy.

Then she looked at that damned effigy, pulsing with light, his light, she thought.

Anne stood behind her, "Pris," she said gently, "we can't help him."

She drew her pistol and pointed it at the idol, "Bullshit," she said as she blew it to pieces.