A kaleidoscoping interior, between drugs, and vampire hypnosis. Daniel watches her mind and lets it fracture into different observable parts— gracefully, like ripples in a pond, watching distorted shapes of koi fish and reflections of flowers and stars.

"It can be a surprise," he tells her, nudging this and that in her head. Lacking in Armand's light touch, centuries of experience, and so he compensates by being conservative with his moves. Makes sure she doesn't realize she's in some stranger's house, flanked my men she's never seen before, being plied with drugs and told that she'll be reborn in just a second.

The intoxicants make it easier. She wants to be someone else, and as the flush of sensation overtakes her, she mentally reaches out to take the hand guiding her towards the door at the top of a hill. All she has to do is open it.

"Do you want to go first?" Daniel asks Armand, quiet. Away from the woman's attention. "I can keep an eye on you if you don't like it."