Into the depths I have descended………

     He came out of the bathroom fully dressed, drying his hair. He sensed no movement in the room and knew Parker must have left. He had finally resolved to watch some television while he waited when he heard the door open.

     “You didn’t happen to pick up anything to eat while you were out did you, Parker?” Jarod said as he flipped through channels.

     “I’m sure we can arrange for a meal to be brought to you once we reach Blue Cove.” A chill ran through Jarod’s body as he heard Cox’s cold reply instead of Parker’s warm voice.

     “What?” Jarod swallowed rapidly in confusion, “What are you doing here Cox? Where’s Miss Parker?!” His mind rapidly jumped at all possible conclusions.

     “Miss Parker’s outside chatting with her father at the moment.”

     “What?” Jarod repeated, beyond confused.

     “You two have been spending too much time together; you’re beginning to sound alike.” Jarod’s body tensed further as he heard the man move. The back of his thighs banged into the bedside table as he instinctively backed up.

     “Stay away from me Cox.” Jarod growled.

     “Well, well, if this isn’t a fascinating turn of events.” He heard Cox’s light footfalls on the carpet as he circled him. His voice mockingly soft, “The greatest Pretender the Centre has ever seen… cowering like a frightened little mouse…” Rage filled Jarod’s body.

     “I’m not going back.” He bit out. His stance steadied, ready to fight.

     “That has already been decided for you I’m afraid. Seems Miss Parker is not as trustworthy as you thought. You really should never trust women.” Jarod heard Cox pause in his steps.

     The silence hung heavily in the air, before a voice broke in, like a radio loudly breaking the silence of a funeral.

     “Is the tormenting done yet? Or do I have to come back later for the commencement of the torturing?” Both men turned at the new voice. Cox stared intently at Jed, who replied with a look of feigned innocence. Cox gave an almost inaudible sigh, recovering his composure before his displeasure showed on his face. Cox waved his hand, “Cuff him, and make sure they’re tight. We don’t want Mr Forest,” He said mockingly, “to get away”

     “You killed Jim.” Jarod snarled. He was cornered and he knew it, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

     “Oh no you have it all wrong,” Cox replied lightly, “I didn’t kill Jim.” Jarod heard Cox’s voice retreat as he moved away.

     “I did.” Jed’s rough voice sounded in his ear, Jarod refused to flinch.

     “If either of you touch him I don’t care if you work for the Dalai Lama you’ll be dead by morning, do I make myself clear?” Miss Parker’s tone was made of the sharpest steel.

     “Quite clear.” Cox replied after a pause acknowledging the entrance of another player. That fake smile of his creasing his lips. Jed just replied with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. Parker yanked the handcuffs from Jed’s hands her glare forcing him to back up a step.

     “I bring him back, you fix his eyes, there is to be no torture whatsoever; that was the deal.” She said to her father, her voice no softer than when she had spoken to Cox and Jed.

     “That was the deal.” Mr Parker agreed his tone elusive, he gestured for Cox and Jed to leave. They left without a fuss, though as Jed passed through the doorway he threw one last resentful glare at Miss Parker. She moved forward once they had left the handcuffs in hand.

     “Jarod, hold out your hands.” She said carefully as she approached him. He didn’t move an inch. “Please, you have to trust me Jarod; I did this for the best.” She whispered softly.

     “Did it ever occur to you, to discuss this with me? Or at least give me a warning.” The anger in his voice was palatable. It was all she could do to stop herself from taking a step back. Instead she stepped closer, coming to stand toe to toe with him. So close their bodies were only inches apart, her forehead coming to rest against his, their breath mingling. She gave an inaudible sigh of relief when he didn’t flinch away from her proximity.

     “Listen to me Jarod.” She whispered so softly only Jarod could hear her words, “The Centre has been using us our whole lives, it’s about time we used them for our own purposes.”

     “You’re playing with fire, Parker.” He warned her softly, his voice as low as hers.

     “I’m not going to run in fear for the rest of my life. They can fix yours eyes – we both know they are the only ones who can.”

     “Getting in is the easy part, getting out again will be almost impossible, have you given that any consideration?” He said his tone neutral.

     “They’ve only ever had to deal with us separately… together I think - I know - we can achieve more than they can even imagine.”

     “That’s your plan?!” His soft voice contained the edge of disbelief. She gave him a quick smile, one that however bright, faded quickly from her face to be replaced by a serious expression.

     “Trust me Jarod… I already trust you with more than my life.” Emotion permeated her soft words. The sound of her voice filled his head as her meaning took effect. His sense of touch and smell were heightened as his body had compensated for the loss of his sight. Now, her scent was surrounding him, her closeness filling his body with warmth. Unconsciously, he leaned closer to her. Their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart. His lips tingled with her breath as he leaned forward to bridge the final gap between them and everything they had both secretly dreamed of.

     “Ahem.” Miss Parker drew in a sharp breath as she pulled away from Jarod who straightened immediately. Parker looked to her father, still standing by the door, a fist now in front of his mouth as he cleared his throat once again. Parker ducked her head at the realisation of what she had been about to do in plain sight of her father. She received a pointed look from Mr Parker, one she was more than familiar with. It was a look of disapproval… and of disappointment. Old, established, feelings were conflicting with the new ones that she was only just discovering.

     Jarod raised his hands without a word, his wrists held together. She hesitated before gently placing the handcuffs around his wrists. Finally she tightened them, not liking the sudden sickening feeling in her stomach. Momma, if you’re watching over me please make sure I’ve made the right decision, she prayed silently; Just don’t tell me I’ve signed both of our death warrants.

     Two sweepers entered the room; one carrying chains, the other, what looked suspiciously like a cattle prod.

     “That won’t be necessary.” Parker said pointedly to the sweeper carrying the rod. He relaxed his stance and didn’t enter the room further, but after a glance from Mr Parker, kept the device ready by his side. The other sweeper busied himself attaching shackles to Jarod’s feet, finally attaching chains from the shackles to the handcuffs around his wrists.

     “We can skip the blind fold Evans.” Mr Parker commented, not without some relish. Miss Parker’s lips tightened with disgust at her father’s amusement.

     The sweepers stepped to either side of Jarod and escorted him out of the room while Mr Parker led the way. Miss Parker looked back over the room as she hesitated in the doorway. She looked to their possessions lying where they had left them, knowing cleaners would soon be here to collect them. She saw one of Jarod’s Pez dispensers lying on his bed where he had tossed it, and urged on by an impulse she did not understand she quickly stepped back into the room to pick up the strewn toy. Stepping out into the light of the blazing sun she hurried to catch up to the procession, the Pez dispenser gripped tightly in her right hand.

     Jarod, ahead of her, was pushed into the helicopter that waited in a vacant lot next to the hotel. Only desert surrounded the lot, leaving plenty of room for the helicopter’s rotors. She stepped in next, her eyes adjusting to the darker interior, noting the presence of her father next to the pilot and the solemn stare of another sweeper. The door was closed behind her with a bang and she came to sit next to Jarod.

     The helicopter lifted into the air. Watching out the window, she saw the dust billow beneath the helicopter, rising like a cloud into the sky. They rose rapidly into the air, and soon the hotel became just a distant black dot among the orange landscape. She leaned her head back into the seat. I need to know things will be OK Momma, she pleaded silently.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to concentrate as the voices suddenly began buzzing in her head. They were like snippets of conversations, floating randomly through the air to her, some loud, some soft. She willed them closer.

     She grimaced, not liking their message.

     Who will I destroy? She asked silently, not even sure they would or could hear her. But needing desperately to know the answer… what if it was Jarod she was destined to destroy?

     Tears swelled in her eyes as she heard her mother’s voice, as clearly as if she was sitting next to her. So moved was she, it took a while for her message to sink in. Once it had, she could only wonder at its validity. Was an end to the Centre even possible?

     The voices faded and she was left with a distinct feeling of emptiness as she was left once again to her own thoughts. But they had answered her, when she had needed them to… and she had heard her mother’s voice…

     Unexpectedly she was overwhelmed by an acute sense of loss - it was like that day in the elevator all over again. Buried feelings she had spent so many years and so much effort cramming down into the deepest part of her, began creeping into her consciousness. Her eyes squeezed shut, her fists clenched, not now, not now she thought, I can’t deal with this now! Her self defence mechanism began to crumble, but before she was completely drowned, she felt a warm hand grip hers, gently prying her fingers apart and lacing their fingers with her own. She calmed as soon as she felt his touch.

     Opening her eyes and looking over at him, she could see his head turned toward the helicopter’s windows, his face betraying no emotion. She forced herself to relax, her fingers tightening further around his. Without turning he tucked their joined hands between them. Though neither had said a word she knew Jarod was aware of what was going on inside her.

     She came to a realisation that almost made her smile at the irony. She was more afraid of herself and her own feelings than she was of any Tower or Triumvirate goon. Even more afraid than dying. She had experienced so much pain in her life, so much horror… that the only way she had learnt to survive it was by burying it as deep within herself as she could. Into the deepest and darkness depths within her, and over the years it had become like a monster in the basement. Like a child she had become afraid of what lay hidden down there. But it was a part of who she was, and she could never be truly free until she faced it.

     This time she did smile, fear leaving her as strength seeped into its place, she was not alone in the dark anymore. She watched the landscape shift and change as they flew over, her fingers tangled with Jarod’s.

     The helicopter finally landed without drama or fanfare on the Centre’s Helipad. With the rotors still turning they exited. Parker’s hair flew around her face as she helped Jarod out. They followed Mr Parker off the tarmac, walking without any sign of hesitation.

     They were given no opportunity to protest, though if they had they would have found none. Jarod was immediately taken down to the infirmary where he was met by physicians. Miss Parker was taken to a holding cell and handed a pair of grey pants and top, exactly like those worn by all Centre occupants.

     When Sydney and Broots finally were allowed to see her three hours later they found her sitting on the cell’s bed staring vacantly at the opposite wall.

     “Hello Miss Parker.” Broots greeted softly. She didn’t even blink.

     “Miss Parker?” Sydney questioned, “Are you ok?” She shook herself slightly as if pulling herself out of a dream, looking up she smiled at them in greeting.

     “Hey boys.” Her voice much quieter and softer than usual.

     “Did they… have they… done… anything to you yet?” Broots asked nervously.

     “No, they just chucked me in here. Have you heard about what’s happening to Jarod?”

     “They have refused to let me see him… for the present.” Sydney replied.

     “Keep trying, they’ll loosen up when they realise neither of us is going anywhere until Jarod’s eyes are fixed.”

     “Um, I hate to bring this up…” Broots started unsurely, “but has it occurred to you that they know that and will never fix Jarod’s eyes?” Parker shook her head, dismissing Broots’s concerns.

     “They’re too arrogant for that, they want their Pretender back, in full working order. They think too highly of themselves to even consider he could escape from them a third time”

     “What’s… going to happen to you Miss Parker?” Broots asked nervously. She looked him steadily in the eye.

     “I don’t know.” She finally answered honestly.

     “Take care of yourself and be careful.” Parker rolled her eyes at Sydney’s concern, how many times had he said that already? And it wasn’t like she could do much here, locked in a cell. But she kept her thoughts to herself, acknowledging Sydney’s concern only with a short nod of her head.

     Both men left, escorted out by a sweeper.

     She was left alone once again, in the semi-darkness of her cell.

     “Do you feel any sensation?”

     “No.” He ground out, beginning to get annoyed. No, he had passed through annoyed three hours ago, now he was into righteously pissed off.

     “How about now?” Jarod’s only response was a low growl.

     “Alright, I think we can call it a day. Treatment will start tomorrow.” The doctor said brightly backing away from him. Jarod thought it was the smartest thing the doctor had said all day - if the doctor was fond of breathing that is.

     He felt hands encircle his arms as he was practically lifted from where he sat.

     “I’m blind not crippled.” He bit out. The pull on his arms lessened and he stood up without assistance. The beefy hands still gripped his arms firmly as they guided him back to his cell. The clanking of chains sounded every time he made a step – they still hadn’t removed the shackles.

     He stepped into his cell without resistance and they closed the doors behind him. However, thankfully, they had removed the metal chains from around his ankles before shoving him in. He found his way to the bed and stretched out onto his back. He didn’t know how he could survive the weeks – at least – that it would take for them to fix his sight.

     He knew he could have protested harder, but he hadn’t. He had hardly even given a fight. He guessed somewhere inside him he hoped, as she did, that the Centre could fix his eyes. Despite all the reassurances Parker gave him, the day he had lost his sight, he had also lost who he was. Living in the Centre he performed sims, solved unsolved crimes, designed new medical treatments… that was who he was. Once outside in the real world, he needed something else that defined him. They wouldn’t allow him to find that in family or friends, so he found it in helping people that needed him. He was the protector of the defenceless, avenger of those who had been denied justice. That was who he was. But, when he could no longer do that, be, that. He was again lost. When Parker arrived, she had provided him direction. When he was with her the pressure constricting his chest lessened. But now the feeling was back again and even stronger. All he could think about was the first day he had arrived at the Centre, with a hood over his head - blindfolded so he couldn’t see.

     So that all he could do was listen to the sounds around him and wonder at the monsters that lurked in the darkness.

     He heard the tell-tale squeaking of the oxygen tank as it drew nearer. Struggling to open his eyes he attempted to lift his head, but it was too much of a task for his body to handle. He let out a breath, stealing himself.

     “What do you want Raines?” He ground out, his voice barely recognisable as his words came out in a harsh whisper.

     “I see you’re recovering.” Raines replied casually coming to stand over the hospital bed.

     “Slowly.” Lyle breathed, already exhausted by the conversation.

     “Your sister is back, with the Pretender no less.”

     “Really.”

     “Yes.”

     “You didn’t come all the way down… here… to… share the good news… What do you want… Raines?” He panted slightly with the effort it took to speak.

     “Your Sister has betrayed the Centre too many times; she has followed her mother’s path. Therefore she will share her mother’s fate.”

     “Dad won’t…”

     “Mr Parker will have no say; she intentionally evaded Centre operatives and hid one of the Centre’s most valuable possessions. She is no longer considered a Centre employee.”

     “Sis has been sacked.” Lyle murmured under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes brighter now, he looked up at Raines who still hovered over his bed. “Get to the part that involves me.” Lyle didn’t have time for games; he could barely stay conscious as it was.

     “With Miss Parker out of the way, you are in line to inherit position of Chairman.”

     “The kid…”

     “Will be easily taken care of… if, of course you guarantee me a place in the new Centre that will emerge once the old players have… retired.”

     “You’re talking mutiny.”

     “Yes, and one that I hope will happen very soon.”

     “The others might not be so… ready for a… change.”

     “Mr Parker has been in charge of the Centre a long time, no one will begrudge his desire to retire to a more… tranquil environment, and as his son you will be the most likely choice as his replacement. It will be years if not decades before the child is ready to take the position and… well… accidents are tragically all too common to young children.”

     “And how exactly… are you going to convince Dad to retire?” Lyle questioned.

     “Leave the details to me, I just need to know I have your word - I will be your right hand man when you come into power.” Lyle gave him a searching look, suspicious of his motives but unable to find anything that told him the old ghoul was after nothing more than the guarantee of power and freedom he would get in return for placing him in the position of Chairman.

     “Make me Chairman and I’ll give you anything you want.” Lyle said, his eyes burning with fervour. Raines smiled, the sight might have chilled Lyle if he wasn’t already burning with a fever. Raines leaned over and patted Lyle’s arm which lay lifelessly against the white hospital sheets.

     “Get well soon; there is much that needs to be done.” And with that he exited the room, his squeaking oxygen tank following behind, like a hound its master. As the noise faded from the room Lyle’s eyes once again fell shut and he slipped into unconsciousness, the slightest satisfied smile shadowing his lips.

     “Your condition is improving rapidly.”

     “I still can’t see.”

     “You can see shapes, shadows... that’s more than you had before.”

     “When I can see colour I’ll start cheering.” Jarod muttered sarcastically. He breathed slowly; trying to seek some place in his mind that would give him relief from the unending boredom and tension that occupied his mind and body every moment he spent in this hellhole. Whatever fancy lighting, furniture or artwork you wanted to hide it with… it was still rotten at the core. He could feel it, in his veins.

     The Doctor again applied the machinery to Jarod’s eyes that kept them pried opened during the treatment. Switching on the light emitting diode, red infrared light, ten times the energy of infrared from the sun, shone into Jarod’s eyes.

     Jarod blinked, his eyes squinting as he tried to make out the figure walking toward him. In the end it was his voice that gave him away.

     “You’ll hurt your eyes squinting like that.” Sydney chided. Jarod relaxed slightly as he heard more than saw his old mentor sit across from him.

     Jarod pushed the prescription glasses the doctors had given him back in place. The glasses only barely improved his still dismal sight.

     “Sydney.” Jarod greeted smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. “How are you? And Broots… and Miss Parker… is she ok?” He asked with some trepidation.

     “They don’t seem to know quite what to do with her at the moment. They have her in a cell, but they’ve relaxed considerably in the last week or so and I’ve visited her often.” Jarod’s head dropped in relief. “It’s you that I’ve been worried about.”

     “Other than incredibly bored… I’m fine.” Jarod replied, his lips twitching into a smile.

     “I’m glad.”

     Silence fell between them. Jarod knew Sydney wanted to ask him what his plans were, whether he planned to escape the Centre once his eyes were fixed, and how he would go about it. He also knew Sydney kept quiet knowing full well it was unwise to talk about such things in full view of surveillance. But that didn’t leave many topics to discuss, and the awkward silence continued.

     Sydney turned to see a sweeper appear in the doorway, a subtle hint that his time was up.

     “I’ll try to see you again soon, Jarod.” He said softly. Jarod nodded and Sydney got up to leave. Jarod’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm as he stood up, his face grave.

     “They have left Miss Parker alone for now only because there are too many people with differing opinions that no one has yet been able to override. When one of them wins out… it could go either way for her. She’s not safe Sydney.” Jarod’s intense gaze beseeched his help. Sydney got his message loud and clear.

     As he walked out his heart sank. All those years ago he had turned a blind eye, convinced himself that he could protect them better by not going against the Centre. And now, when he would take them both away from here in a heart beat… he was unable to.

     Jarod was asking him to get Miss Parker out, but it was too late. He knew if he tried, he would fail. The Centre no longer trusted him. He, just as Miss Parker, lived only under the illusion of freedom, until the verdict on their fate was decided by the powers that be.

     “You saw him.”

     “Yes.”

     “…Well?!” Sydney paused as if trying to find the best words. Miss Parker’s brows furrowed, she wasn’t enjoying being handled with kid gloves. “I may be wearing this pathetic excuse for clothing Sydney but I am still Miss Parker. I can and will dangle your ass out that window if you don’t recount in the next 15 seconds your entire encounter with Jarod. I want to know how he looks, what he said, hell if you know it I want to know what he had for breakfast!” Her eyes gleamed with intensity and an unexpected surge of relief came over him. She had changed quite a lot over that last weeks, but she could still scare the living daylights out of just about anyone if she wanted to. Sydney smiled.

     “He seems to be doing fine, I was only allowed a few minutes to visit with him but he seems healthy enough. He has regained some of his sight back. The doctors seem optimistic that he will regain at least eighty five percent of his sight.” Parker shook her head.

     “Eighty five percent isn’t good enough. I didn’t bring him to the last place he ever wants to be so they can do a half ass job.”

     “It’s better than he had, Parker.” Sydney replied gently. She looked away, tucking her legs underneath her on Sydney’s couch. Sydney fiddled with a pen as he sat at his desk. “He was worried about you.” Parker looked up at Sydney’s soft words.

     “I’m worried about him.” She admitted softly a sad smile coming to her lips.

     “Is there anything you wanted to talk about Miss Parker?” Sydney asked quietly.

     “I heard my Mother, Syd… in the helicopter. She said I had to make a choice. When I… when I didn’t kill Jarod. I had no clue whether I was doing the right thing or not, I just knew that I had made that particular choice many years ago.”

     “How did you make that choice?” Parker smiled as she recognised the psychiatrist tone but answered him anyway.

     “It was my eighteenth birthday. Daddy, for once, actually remembered. He said that all people entering adulthood had to earn the right to be considered an adult. He took me down to one of the sub levels. He said that if I was going to become an employee of the Centre I would have to prove myself.

     “She’s already proven herself a traitor.”

     “We all agree on that but it is what to do with her now that concerns us.”

     “There was a room and another one adjoining it, one way glass separating the two. On the other side of the glass was a metal table, with shackles… On my side there were machines… and dials.” Parker paused in her recollection, unconsciously shifting, hugging her knees. “I knew that the experience wasn’t going to be pleasant, but I was convinced that I would go through with it and that I would pass this… test.”

     “I say we send her to the renewal wing.”

     “She’s a red file; that would be a waste!”

     Parker scoffed at herself lightly, “And then they brought Jarod in… he already looked like hell. I can’t imagine what they had already done to him, but he was hardly conscious when they strapped him to the table. His chest was covered with electrodes and my father pointed toward one of the dials. I’d grown up in the Centre, I knew what would happen if I pressed it.”

     “She has not been conditioned to readily accept the conditions of our Pretenders.”

     “She can be re-trained.”

     She shrugged her shoulders, “I froze, after all my damn convictions and promises to myself, I froze. My Father tried demanding, and then he tried explaining. He told me it was a treatment to improve Jarod’s intelligence, the pain would force his mind to retreat from his body. Unfettered by physical sensation and limitations his abilities would increase ten fold. I still couldn’t move. So he began yelling... and then he pressed the dial…”

     “Everyone has their breaking point…. All I have to do is find hers.”

     Her eyes clouded over. “Jarod didn’t move at first then slowly he began to writhe on the table, soon he was pulling so hard against the chains blood ran down his wrists… and then he began screaming.” Tears followed freely down her face, “I couldn’t take it any more, I squeezed my eyes shut, and I pressed my hands to my ears. I felt like I was screaming just as loudly as Jarod was… apparently it was only in my head…”

     “We should have tapped her full potential years ago.”

     “They were reasons…”

     She shook her head slightly, “I don’t remember much after that. The next thing I know, Jarod’s gone, and I’m sitting in Daddy’s office. He looked angry. I’d failed. Afterwards, I did everything I could to prove myself to him, to make up for failing that day.”

     “Those reasons have backfired. It’s time we make up for that mistake.”

     “He never tried testing me that way again, I guess he knew I would only fail again. Well, until he asked me to kill Jarod.” She smiled sardonically “Maybe all those years ago it had been his intention that I fail… then he had something to hold over me, something that I had to make up for, something that would make me try doubly hard to be what he wanted me to be.

     “Our decision seems clear.”

     “If he thought that that was what was going to happen this time… he was mistaken. I’m not a child anymore, and I don’t have to prove myself to anyone.”

     “She’s been free long enough. It’s time she proved her worth.”

     “We are all in agreement?”

     “Everyone in favour raise their right hand.”

     “Miss Parker code: 101759, is to be remanded to the custody of Mr William Raines for re-training. At such a time that she shows sufficient cooperation she will be transferred to the Pretender Project. We are in agreement.”

     Sydney smiled in encouragement. “Your mother would be proud of you.” She looked up at him.

     “Thank you.” She replied with sincerity. She knew for certain her mother would not be proud of at least some of the things she had done in her life, but she was grateful for Sydney’s words in any case. “If I can just get us all out of here safely… maybe I’ll have something I can be proud of.” She smiled a wide sardonic smile. Sydney returned her smile.

     Both flinched as the door to Sydney’s office was forced in.

     “What are you doing?” Sydney cried.

     “I need your hands Miss Parker.” A stoic faced sweeper said, handcuffs dangling menacingly from his grip. She stood up to face the intruders.

     “What’s going on?” She demanded her voice dripping with authority.

     “You no longer have the right to ask questions.” The sweeper replied. He stepped forward, forcibly grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back. She struggled with all her might, fighting the hands that tried to control her.

     She felt a prick to her neck. Her vision blurred before all light faded from her eyes. Her unconscious body hit the floor with a thump.

     She awoke in darkness. Her head spun, her stomach twisted in fear and nausea. She gasped in breaths, her eyes trying desperately to see… anything. I can’t be blind she thought. Just then a hatch opened up above her. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light. A shadow paused over the hatch, watching her. Blinking rapidly, her vision cleared. Her heart began to pound as she saw who was staring down at her.

     “Raines!” She cried in anger, “Get me out of here!” He only smiled in response. A chill ran through her. “I don’t care what you’re trying to do Raines, get me out of here! If you so much as think of hurting Jarod! I will kill you… and this time it will stick!” He continued to stay silent, watching her like she was an amusing mime. She saw him stand up and begin to close the hatch, panic filled her. “No! Raines! Raines!” She screamed.

     Darkness again enveloped her.

Out of the depths I WILL rise………

     End of Part 7

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