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."

Debra's lack

the mirror tampered with?" he asked, suddenly standing

"Huh?"

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

Debra remained slumped in the corner. Drake strode forward,

frowned and

Lowe," Peter whispered, "is she

it obvious?" Drake

silently

in his arms

out, hurrying to

and kill Debra. Now Peter wasn't sure about his

grimly. "Her fever's dangerously high. She needs immediate treatment,

scoffed, "It's just a

shot him a glare.

almost

it

degrees. If this

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