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this before.” She continued with the story until she remembered blacking out.
      The men looked uncomfortable again, maybe because she'd just described being stabbed in the chest, maybe something else. She didn't know these people well enough yet to know why they reacted a certain way.
      This time Doctor Professor Grainger asked her about her last words, before she lost consciousness.
      “I, uh, said “fuck you.” I don't know if he heard me, having been kind of stabbed at the time. Makes things a little hazy. That was what I tried to say at least.” She started to hold up a hand, then had to stop herself because of the pain.
      “I know, not very original, I remember thinking that at the time, I just couldn't come up with anything clever on such short notice. Really though, if they want witty remarks at a time like that, they should have given me more time to come up with something. I'm sure I'll come up with the perfect thing to have said, in a week or two, you all know how that goes, right? Anyway, then I heard something, but couldn't tell what exactly, since I went out about then.” Gwen smiled a little, just because her face would make the movement so easily.
      It was so cool.
      The other woman sitting by her side told her what happened then, how a group of twenty constables and four detectives stormed the place. How the field healer went to work almost instantly and held her to life long enough for her to stabilize. It had been very close.
      Then she told them about how the perpetrators had managed, somehow, to vanish one by one.
      “We don't know if they translocated, became invisible, or simply baffled minds, but they were there one instant and gone without a single trace the next, however they did it. The only victory we got there was that they didn't get their sacrifice this time. Hopefully we'll catch them before the next. You, or at least Katherine Vernor, were to have been number five in the last thirty days. The hope is that failing now will force them to restart, giving us time to catch them and break their pattern. This,” she held up the drawing Gwen had made, “is our best lead at the moment. I need to get it back to the district house and let the others see it. Would it be alright if myself or others visited you here, later, if there's need?” she asked politely, as if Gwen could or would say no.
      Gwen smiled, not caring how it looked to anyone else, then realizing that with this new face it might even look... pretty. The idea didn't feel balanced to her at all, almost throwing her for a few seconds.
      “Funny thing about that, since having been stabbed in the chest and almost killed, I suddenly have nothing, not one thing, in the whole world I'd rather do than to help take these assholes down.”
      Nodding, as if this made perfect sense, the detective rose, walking to the door, where she stopped before leaving.
      “Very good, Miss Farris. Since you're the only person to have seen any of these people and survive, I think you may be able to make great strides in helping to take them down as you said. We'll be in touch. Soon.”
      Then she left, not saying anything more. It was abrupt enough that it left a void in the room for a second.
      Doctor Schmidt stood, a formal thing, not stiff, but clearly done as if on some hidden signal that Gwen missed altogether. The blond man extending a hand to Grainger to shake before leaving the room himself, stating that he should check on his other patients.
      Grainger looked at her with a mix of hunger and... embarrassment. Gwen could get the hunger at least. How often did you get to question a person from another world, an alternate reality most likely, and have them captive in a bed so they can't run away? The embarrassment didn't make sense though. Not at first. Luckily the stout man explained.
      “I need to leave