It seemed almost immediately her eyes had begun to fill with tears as she scooted herself away from the edge of the bed and into the corner of the room. She couldn't focus on what she saw, it was almost like flashes of light with images hidden behind them. Sounds echoed in her head at a deafening tone and her hands shot up to her ears to cover them, trying to drain out the noise but to no avail. She let out a ragged sob, and it tore at Jonathan's heart but he held on as he watched her. She took a large inhale of air as she looked around the room, her green eyes wide, unable to see what was in the real world but Jonathon saw something he quickly noted, her pupils had enlarged, almost taking up her entire iris. He didn't remember seeing that on himself when taking the serum but he'd review the tapes he made to make sure. He moved to the other side of the room and leaned up against the wall. He watched Nirvana with intense interest as he pulled out his own notebook from his suit jacket and a pen and began to write, not looking down at the paper as he did so but kept his eyes on her.

...

The noises where terrible. Screams and cackles rippled through her mind and she felt hands on her body, wrapping around her ankles and her wrists before a sudden pull made her squirm against the wall. But she suddenly felt like she was being pulled through ice cold water. She took a ragged breath as the chill crushed her chest, pushing all her air from her lungs. Her room seemed to disappear, fading into darkness so that nothing but feeling was left.

Crane watched as she looked around, the look of desperation on her face causing his own flesh to crawl for all the wrong reasons but he kept everything at bay. He saw goosebumps raised on her skin and watched as she shivered. He continued writing in his journal, daring to look down once to flip the page and keep writing.

Nirvana kept her eyes open, fearing shutting them. She felt as if she were floating, being carried by the tides of her mind. She tried to relax her breathing and somehow was able to get a large inhale and exhale in, not wanting another repeat of the first time she was on this mess of a drug. She stole another deep breath before she felt her body being pulled through the ice once again, her green hues shutting tight then as another startled sob escaped her. She kept her eyes shut for a small amount of time, trying to shut out the dark laughter and cackling continuing to echo through her mind but to no avail. She slowly opened her eyes and was surprised when she actually saw something. She was confused by the familiar buildings and sounds of the city but she quickly recognized it as the alley that was outside her childhood apartment in the Narrows. She heard the gunshots and sounds of sirens. She felt a comforting sense wrap itself around her heart as atleast this was a terror she knew very well. When one lived in the Narrows, you always feared for your life. She stood up from the ground she sat on, her hand brushing a trash can next to her. It all felt so real, the dirty sidewalk under her feet, the chilled air around her neck and bare feet. She looked down at herself and recognized the clothing as her own. But they looked old, clothing she probably wore when she was younger.

She moved down the alleyway as she gently seemed to follow the footsteps she had walked so many times before. The night seemed so familiar but she couldn't remember exactly why. She turned and walked some more. The city almost seemed darker than it had usually been. Almost like a black mist was hanging overhead. The street lights even looked dim. She followed her instinct, pulling towards the front door of her and her father's apartment. Her eyes kept down on the sidewalk as she usually had when walking home from her job. Making eye contact was dangerous. It drew attention to oneself and it was never attention a young woman wanted. She made the last turn to walk to her apartment and stopped suddenly, her green eyes wide as she looked down at the apartment stoop, people surrounding it but none of the bodies had faces. They made no sound. Nirvana finally remembered what day it was. It was the day her father had died. She seemed to glide through space surrounding the scene. Her father had died in a puddle of his own vomit, drunk, and alone. She had took some extra hours that night and her father had gone out in a drunken slumber to meet her at work and hadn't gotten past their apartment when he had thrown up and collalpsed. It had been so cold. He wore no coat and no one had stopped to look at him until they were sure he was dead. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at his blank face, his blue eyes looking into cold concrete. She collapsed to her knees as, the pavement hurt but the crushing pain in her chest hurt even more.

She knew why she had seen this moment. This was the moment where she had become truly alone. And the moment she had felt true fear. She put her head into her hands and began to cry in her usual silence, her shoulders shuttering but no sounds escaped her lips.

Crane watched her with interest, his pen no longer moving on the page as he watched her crying on the floor. How he wished he could see what she saw. But kept silent as he watched her lift her head, eyes running with tears. She held her hand out to nothing but whatever she was reaching for helped her off the ground. He crossed his arms across his chest and kept silent as Nirvana turned and moved back towards the bed.

Her green eyes were focused on something, leading her to a new darkness was a thick black mist, it's shape like a hand with elongated nails, almost looking like claws while the rest of the form was more like whisps of air that embraced her. It reminded her of a cartoon where the sweet smell of a pie would bring a wolf to the window sile of unexpecting home. It beckoned her with a sweet come hither motion while it also simultaneously pushed her along before it quickly evaporated into thin air and Nirvana looked around with a renewed panic. There wasn't much she could see, just darkness. She could hear the voices in her head again with a louder echoing through her mind. But soon everything was drowned out by the recognizable rumble that made her stomach drop to her feet.

Soon the new area was illuminated when a violent flash of blue lightning shot right in front of her. The skies swirled with dark menacing clouds and at her feet was dark murky water. The lightning had made the hair on the back of her neck and on her arms stand up. She felt her chest tighten and her lungs seize as she was reminded of the first time she was on this mad ride of Crane's. She closed her eyes as tight as she could and wrapped her arms around herself as the rumble of thunder that followed the lightning vibrated through her. The water around her feet pulled and twisted as rain began to fall from the clouds. Lightning struck again and she saw sparks travel through the water towards her feet and she stumbled backwards away from the rushes of electricity. Thunder echoed again and she fell to her knees once again as she covered her ears looked around in a panic before her eyes settled in one spot.

Crane watched as she fell the ground again, making note to get ice for her legs tomorrow to help with the probable swelling she would get. But his eyes were quickly taken when Nirvana looked directly at him and he was caught off guard when he looked at her eyes. He quickly moved from his position on the wall and moved a few quiet steps towards her. She followed his movements however and he wondered if she could actually see him. But he didn't worry about that as he grabbed her chin in a firm hand and held her head still as he took his phone out with his free hand and snapped a quick picture of her eyes. There was no white of the retina anymore. Her eyes were only the inky blackness of her pupil. He knew his eyes didn't have that dramatic change when he tested himself. Crane quickly put his phone back in his pocket before taking that hand and holding her face still as he inspected her eyes closer. She obeyed the strong hands blindly, though every now and again she would wince when he would take his fingers to tenderly pry open her eyelids wider to get a better look or to move her hair out of her face. He spoke softly, holding her face with a new gentleness.

"What do you see, Dr. Nelson?"

Nirvana focused on the blue flame ahead of her, flickering in and out as the rain pelted it but never fully extinguishing, it's voice coming through the sound of thunder and rain hitting the water that surrounded her. She answered it's question without thinking, "Its so loud," she whispered quietly.

Jonathon was surprised by her honest answer but didn't lose his cool as he continued, "Where are you?"

"I don't know," she answered before repeating, "Its so loud."

"What do you see?" He asked, keeping his eyes on her pure black ones but she suddenly turned her head as if she had been pulled to something else's attention. He gripped her chin in a firm grip once again and turned her head back to face him and looked down at her and spoke with a firm tone, "What do you see?"

She looked up at the blue flames as they continued to flicker before her and she felt tears well up into her eyes again as she tried to think of an answer, "I just see you," she stated as the sound of rain began to fade from her ears and the thunder was only a thumping in the darkness.

"What am I, Nirvana?" Crane questioned persistently, his grip on her face strong like iron as he kept her attention on him. He felt close, so close to finally achieving the one answer he craved most.

"I don't know, I don't know," she stated honestly, whispering still as tears fell down her cheeks. She felt the grip on her tighten and she winced in pain as she felt nails dig in.

"Tell me, what am I?" He stated loudly and she whimpered quietly as she felt the pain of his nails cut her flesh lightly.

"I don't know. Please stop," she begged and Crane paused for a moment before tossing her face away from him and he stood up from her. He couldn't help the slight gratification he felt at her pathetic tone of voice but he wanted more than that. He went back to his spot on the other side of the room and bitterly took his post with his arms crossed over his chest. They still had a long time before this trip was over, he'd get what he wanted from her. He'd find out by the end of their night together.