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She bounded into the room happily, searching for something...Someone. But she couldn't remember. She heard distant voices - a shriek of protest from further away - the looked into the eyes of liquorice - well, eye of liquorice. The other - it would be wrong to describe that swollen apple as an eye - or maybe she had been watching too many episodes of Doctor Who? That was definitely the most disabled eye she had ever seen.

"Hey babe...get ready to die..." He chuckled slyly. Then he plunged the syringe deep into her arm. Her vision fogged up, even worse than before. "How did you escape the drugging first time round anyway?" Laughing Jack asked suspiciously. She tried to answer, but she was like a helpless, drowning fish. But drowning of the sleep that overwhelmed her. Should she give in and succumb? Everything faded away too fast for her to think. His creepy clown laugh was the last thing she heard.

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