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The chaotic shrieks and blurs of bodies running against the marble floor seemed to stop her in her tracks. Her body rigid as he mind started to lose it’s grip on reality. The loud sounds of her own screams mirrored by their pain. The smell of blood and tears jolting Sara into a frenzied panic. She was back on the island, the cold kiss of a .45 pistol grazing the back of her neck. Her shoulders shook with fright, would he pull the trigger? The faint beeping of her collar echoed loudly in her ears, as the heels of her palms dug into her eyes. If she pushed hard enough the vision would clear or maybe she’d pass out. There has to be something that would lull the illusion away. Come on you bitch, I thought you were stronger than this. Are you going to watch your friends die? The voice called to her, taunting her.  

In a drunken stupor, Cisco wandered about the party, looking for the people he loves. He hadn’t had any luck yet, as people were running amok and he kept getting turned around. Eventually, he saw a blonde woman crouched on the floor covering her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” His words slurred ever so slightly, and the smell of alcohol was heavy on his breath.