"It's so damn cold," Viktoriya gasped as her shivering increased under Nathan's hands.
In her mind, the surroundings were nonexistent. She was not in the Keith Manor anymore, but in an endless fog where breathing was hard and everything seemed blurred out and gray. She could sense the roaring engine noise as well as some voices which seemed to belong to those in an evil and tortured place. She could feel a figure approaching her, extending hands towards her but as soon as she focused her gaze at the figure's face, it smudged into nothing, like a piece of artwork erased under a heavy rain.
"I can not see them! I cannot see them!" Viktoriya shouted frantically. "Why can I not see anyone around!"
"Viktoria, there is nobody around," Nathan said firmly, holding onto her hands which were shaking violently. "We are in a room. There is no one."
"Noo," Viktoriya whispered fearfully. "There was someone else. Someone was talking"
