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Groaning, I pushed off the floor into a sitting position. Looking about, I realized where I was--the Atelier. It was a small room that was probably ten feet cubed with a picture window on one wall and a barricaded door on the other. I did not bother trying to bust the door or the window since I knew from past experience that neither would break. Another wall had a book shelf full of books and the other wall had a desk pushed up against it.

Place is a bit dusty...but then again it's been a while since Nogard or her old goons forced me in here when she wanted to take over. So if I'm in here, who's Outside?

Walking over to the window, I peered out to see if I could see out of it or not. Half of the window was blanked out--which would be expected since one eye was damaged before I was affected by Wuhyam. The other half showed the ceiling of Med Deck Two. Whoever--or whatever--was in control of my eyes refused to look around so I was not sure who was all around. The sound that was pumped in to the Atelier was distorted.

Soooooooooooooo whoever's in control here must not speak even Common Speech. Great.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door followed by a hiss. Spinning around, I said, "No you can't come in! Do you think I'm stupid enough to open the door!?"

Wait...how did I know what was said? That wasn't any language I've ever heard.

A growl came from the other side of the door.

"How do you expect me to translate for you if I don't know what they're saying?" I replied.

A moment of silence then a blood curdling screech.

Well ******** you too, I thought as whatever was on the other side of the door stormed off. Looking back at the window, I saw a familier face lean over the field of vision. So she's--wait. That look. I know that look. I had that look before Shal was born.

Pushing a strand of hair back, Xangord moved out of the field of vision of the window.