In the cabin, Drake rested his face on his hand and stared at the mirror that displayed Debra's every move. "Sir..."

"What do you think she's doing?"

"She..."

Peter looked over and saw Debra curling up in the corner, unmoving.

"Maybe she's scared."

"Scared?"

Drake raised an eyebrow. He'd seen people terrified out of their minds in this same room, but none of them acted like Debra.

That was not fear.

"Make some noise."

"Yes, sir."

Peter went out, and soon after, the muffled sound of women screaming echoed from the adjacent room. Debra, however, remained in the same position. Peter returned. "It's done, sir."

observing Debra's

mirror tampered with?" he asked, suddenly standing up. "Go

"Huh?"

snapped out of it, grabbed the keys, and went to open the

corner. Drake strode forward, yanking her up by the arm. Still,

and felt her

Lowe," Peter whispered, "is

obvious?"

flinched, silently cursing

his arms and ordered, "Go get

scrambled out, hurrying

Debra. Now

moments, the doctor arrived, checking Debra's condition before shaking his head grimly. "Her fever's dangerously high. She needs immediate treatment, or she could be in real

just a

shot him

almost

it

degrees. If this keepsve cause

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