Caine sits down alone in a room somewhere in Coates.He stares at his hand,it is emitting a dull green glow and ache in the dim room.He recalls the memory of the deal."The burning,the feeling of being helpless to the burning,the light....strange... I feel as if I shared myself that we are joined somehow now..but not in a romantic way or in friendship,definitely not.I can't explain what it feels like."thought Caine touching the green liquid.
Then he felt it,the flicker of a thought that was not his own."What?..roses? I saw a rose thorn."thought Caine trying to find the connection again.He could feel it.. another mind."Caine come to bed!"yells Diana in the distance.Caine gets up trying not to think about the connection for now.
