Sorry about the delay, but I started college last year, and got a little overwhelmed, Hopefully I'll start updating regularly again now that I've gotten a hang of things (fingers crossed) and I'm on break.

Dok-Tor was quiet for a few moments as the paralysis started to wear off, as soon as he regained the ability to move his lips again, he started talking.

"Wait, how is it going to kill me? I thought the venom was wearing off!" he asked, a little astonished, as he slowly started to massage his arms and legs.

"Well, sort of. You see, Frostbites only live in places in skyrim where it's cold as Kaoc and dead meat can freeze in less than an hour. Since Frostbites like to save their meals for later rather than eat them immediately like most animals here, that means they have to keep their victims alive."

Dok-tor shrugged "Yes, but that's behavior typical of spiders, even large ones."

Jane nodded in agreement, although Hammerfell didn't have any native giant spiders, She had seen this first hand when a lord had bought a pair from an Argonian merchant for a fighting tournament that was going to be held on the manor near her village. Unfortunately since the closest prior experience he'd had with giant spiders was with giant scorpions (and he wasn't extremely bright) he wasn't aware that they were much better at climbing than their scorpion cousins and just as good at building webs as regular spiders, and as such easily escaped their cages, and went on to drag off several spectators, villagers, and even the lord himself before some of the visiting warriors killed them.

Her uncle Tragrilar was one of the few who were lucky enough to be one of the last ones taken. He stopped talking after that.

Jane shook herself out of her revere and returned her attention to Dok-Tor who had apparently regained feeling in most of his body and had taken off his shoes and was now working on his feet.

"Well you see the difference between a frostbite and a normal spider is that the paralysis occasionally lets up so that the victim can move, which helps stave off the chill and keeps them alive longer than if they are completely paralyzed"

Dok-Tor looked frustrated. He got up and gave a large sigh

"Ok, Ok, but once again, the point of the venom isn't supposed to kill me, so please get to the point and tell me why it's going to kill me in a few hours?"

"Well, most of the animals and races in skyrim have a resistance to frostbite venom, in fact, most races on Nirn have this same resistance, with the exceptions of Kajiits and Argonians, most of whom are smart enough to keep a cure on them, because those who don't" She made a swift throat slitting movement, shrugged, and started walking quickly.

"I suppose that explains why it effected me more than it effected you" Dok-Tor said, a hint of resignation in his voice.

He paused, and started jogging after Jane.

After a few moments of silence, Jane spoke up.

"Ummm, Dok-tor? Shouldn't you be a little more worried about this?"

The strange … whatever he was, shrugged.

"A little, but getting the elder scroll out of here and away from the Cold Ones is important."

Jane let a small amount of concern flicker across her face, which, of course, the Dok-tor noticed.

He shrugged again, made a strange huffing noise, and gestured vaguely

"Besides, I'm sure I'll figure something out, I always do."

Jane raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

Apparently word from the survivors of Jane's transformation spread quickly, and thankfully the "Falmer" had enough wits left to realize that challenging her again directly was a bad idea. When they came to a village it was almost completely empty, the exceptions being a few elders and children, who were too slow to escape the village in time, and cowered in huts and behind machinery.

Everything went well, that is, until they found the bodies.

At first the Doctor thought that it was the body of some sort of animal, one of those giant rats they'd seen earlier maybe. But when they got closer, it was clear that they were humanoid.

The Doctor supposed he should have felt horror, maybe even anger. But all he felt was pity and disgust.

In almost any other circumstance this would have been the straw that broke the camel's back, but the Falmer, were, quite frankly, too mad and too stupid to be held accountable for their actions. There wasn't much to eat down in these ruins, to be quite frank, they probably couldn't comprehend the possibility of something being anything other than a machine or food. Life as or more intelligent than they were was light years ahead of them.

Jane on the other hand, didn't share the same opinion.

The Doctor struggled to keep her from killing the remaining Falmer cowering in the village.

"THEY'RE MONSTERS DOK-TOR, THEY DESERVE TO DIE!" She screeched.

He grimaced as she started to drag him towards a thin, elderly Falmer that had apparently been unable to flee due to a rope that tied it to one of the tents. He dug his heels into the ground and tried to pull her back.

"Jane, they aren't worth it, they don't even know what they're doing" when that failed he tried a different tactic

"Listen Jane, they see it as hunting, they don't understand that what they're doing is wrong-"

He gestured at the one that was tied up "Look at him, do you really think that they have the luxury of passing up an easy meal?!"

Jane slowed down a little, so the Doctor continued.

"You said that you're a hunter, can you really say that deer wouldn't see you as a monster."

Jane stopped struggling, so the Doctor let her go.

She glared at him, and sighed.

"I suppose you're right Dok-Tor, but I'm done playing nice, if one of them tries to attack me again, I'm going to kill them"

He didn't like the sound of it, but he had a feeling it was the best he was going to get.

Jane started walking towards the door that lead away from the village, but the Doctor stopped for a second. Mer could live to be thousands of years old, he'd even heard rumors of some that had lived to be over ten thousand. This was the oldest looking Falmer he'd seen, and- although it was a long shot, it also probably the best chance that he had at figuring out what had made one of the most intelligent species on Nirn go so irreversibly mad.

"Wait a Mo Jane, I need to do something first." He shouted in her direction as he walked towards

the Falmer.

"What in Oblivion is a Mo?!" She shouted back.

"It's-Oh for Pete's sake just wait!" He yelled at her as he crouched down in front of the captive creature.

The Falmer's eyes got wide, and it pulled weakly at the rope around it's neck and scramble back as far as it would allow.

"Shhhh It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you... I'm ah I'm a friend." He said in his most soothing tone, he paused for a second and then said

"You understand what a friend is right?" he asked.

The Falmer slowly nodded, and hesitantly crept a little closer.

"That's right, I'm a friend, you don't need to be afraid... would you like something to eat?"

He rummaged around in his pocket until he found a small packet of cheese crackers, which he unwrapped and offered to the creature, which hungrily snatched it out of his hand.

The Doctor waited until it finished eating before he spoke again.

"what's your name?"

"Penlodrog"

"That's a good name..." he said nodding

"Now Penlodrog, I'm going to cut you loose, but first, I need some answers, but to get them I'll have to read your mind, Are you alright with that?"

Penlodrog paused, and then nodded

The Doctor took a deep breath and put his hands on either side of Penlodrog's head.

"Now Penlodrog, this will feel a little strange, but it shouldn't hurt. I'll try not to peek at anything you don't want to see. Now I need you to try to remember something that happened a long long time ago, something that probably happened when you were very small... Can you do that for me?"

Penlodrog nodded.

The Doctor wasn't quite sure what he expected to find when he read the Falmer's mind, but he certain;y hadn't expected this.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... you poor things..."

The Doctor pulled the dagger Jane gave him out and cut Penlodrog loose.

The Falmer didn't seem to know what to do once he was loose, and to be honest, seemed quite confused.

He blinked a few times, and seemed to shiver before he slowly started to back away.

"Penlodrog, you have to believe me, I wouldn't have made you relive that if I even had an inkling-"

But Penlodrog was long gone, so he let the sentence die on his lips. He slowly stood up, and dusted himself off, and ignoring the creeping ache in his joints, walked back to Jane.

She turned around to face him with an impatient look on her face, which faded when she saw the expression on his face.

"Dok-Tor... Are you alright?"

The Doctor shook himself, and tried to look at least somewhat cheerful.

"I'm Fine, just got a little distracted." he said, then he gave her his most charming smile, and rubbed his hands together.

"Now let's see about getting that elder scroll! We're getting close! I can feel it! It could even be behind this door!"

Jane Groaned loudly as the Doctor pushed open the doors.