Selene lied down on the hard, firm operating table. She was nervous, she had to admit, but she was fine. They couldn't locate Marc (had he gone out for a walk?), but Damien, Derek, James, and Leon were all there. Leon was holding Selene's hand.
"You're gonna be fine," he told her reassuringly. "If you die, mark my words, Michael will kill me and then I'll kill you," he joked.
He gave her a hug and let her go.
Damien, Derek, and James all muttered their good wishes and goodbyes.
It all went by so quickly that, before she knew it, she was under and all there was were her thoughts and an endless abyss of blackness.
Time passed by quicker for Selene than it did for everyone else. Minutes for her were hours. The operation itself was 5 hours, but for Selene, it seemed like only 5 minutes.
This is so strange. It's like I'm here, but I'm not. All there is are my thoughts and Nothing. If I stopped thinking, stopped wondering, would I cease to exist? Is it that all there are in one's mind, the presence of thoughts and Nothing?
But this is so dull, wondering about something I'll never have the answers to…
I wonder where Michael is. Am I afraid of him? Yes… I am. Why am I? He's not dangerous, and this should be over soon enough, right?
…Right…? Right…
Now, here's a funny thought. How did those Lycans attack us in the tunnels? Marc was watching our backs… and there's no way that they could've known which route we were taking unless… unless…
Suddenly, Selene felt herself waking up.
…unless there's a traitor…