The Dreamwalker's Daughter

Chapter Twenty-One Finding Pieces

"And she really looked all right?" Megan's face was scrunched up, her eyes were narrowed to slits, and she was hanging on the edge of the common room couch.

"Well other than the fact that her fashion sense is going to be ruined by that place," quipped Zoe. However, no one laughed.

"And we're all going to go and see her tomorrow?" William said watching Zoe's expression closely. Zoe nodded.

"Yeah. Her doctor seems to think it will help her to remember the things that she can't seem to remember," explained Zoe quietly. Eric and Dillon looked at each other. They had been sitting a bit further away from Zoe and each other than William and Megan. They both shifted uncomfortably now, Eric swallowed hard.

"So you're saying that she doesn't remember what happened that night." Dillon looked first at Eric while he spoke and then zeroed in on Zoe for her answer.

"Evidently she doesn't remember most of what happened the last couple of months," whispered Zoe. Megan gasped, William leaned over and took her hands, Dillon rose and faced the empty fireplace. "Megan you can't do crap like that tomorrow. She's freaking as it is," scolded Zoe.

"Man Zoe relax, she's just trying to take in what you're saying," said William in Megan's defense. "I mean it's not like we've known what's going on. No one's talking to us, none of the teachers, not even you guys," he shot accusingly at the trio of Dillon, Eric and Zoe.

"Lighten up William. Let's not start snapping at each other again. Haven't we done enough of that all ready?" interjected Eric. William lowered his head and nodded silently. "Dillon." Eric had been watching his friend pull further and further away from the group. "It's time for all of this to end. Sarah is your friend. It wasn't Sarah who tried to kill you it was something evil!" Dillon turned and looked at Eric. In fact, they were all staring at him, along with most everyone in the common room. He had become quite animated and managed to attract everyone's attention.

"You're right," mumbled Dillon. "But," he stopped and looked at a few of the pale faces that were now focused on him. "But I was the only one stupid enough to fall--"

"Stop it!" commanded Eric interrupting him. He rose and stood by Dillon's side. "It could have been any of us," he said looking around. Several of the onlookers nodded and then mumbled quietly to their neighbors. Raphael and Marjorie stepped a bit closer. "I was the one who fell last time remember." He paused and looked around. "Look what's important is that Sarah would want us to move on. She'd want us to take the cup. She'll be back next year to play in the Inter Mural which we won't be able to do if we don't win on Saturday." Raphael looked at Eric like he was mad and then began to laugh loudly. Everyone looked at him and then the faces of Sarah's pale friends, trying to decide how to react and then Dillon began to laugh as well. Eric grinned. "What?"

"You're a trip Eric Turner!" called Rafael. "It's all about the Quidditch!"

The whole team was now gathering around him and laughing loudly, along with the rest of the common room. "Now this is serious. We're talking about the Quidditch cup and the Inter Mural games!" he ranted, fighting the urge to laugh. Raphael and the rest of the team hoisted him and Dillon on their shoulders and headed toward the entrance to the dorm corridor.

"Come on boss, we need to practice if we're going to win this one for Sarah," yelled Raphael above the chaos of the common room. Eric grinned. Dillon sighed and looked across the room to the portrait of Jessica Bellarmine that hung over the main fireplace, and pushed back the last tear he would shed for Michayla Surriette.

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Sarah sat cross-legged in the chair in front of Horatio's desk. She hadn't decided in all the time that she had been at St Michael's, which was more unnerving, group or one on one with the doctor. "I'm not going to punish you Sarah," he said after lighting his first cigarette of the session. Sarah forced a smile and nodded. "What's wrong?"

"I'm a bit afraid," confessed Sarah. "I'm getting close to remembering, I can feel it and I suppose that I'm scared of it."

Horatio leaned forward. "What about remembering scares you Sarah?"

"Well . . . I know what I did . . . I mean I've been told . . . and well I don't know if I can really handle remembering it." Sarah pulled her legs up under her robe.

"Are you cold?"

Sarah shook her head. "Horatio what if when I remember I can't get it out of my head?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked taking another draw off his cigarette.

Sarah cleared her throat. "What if the dark forces take over again?" she whispered sheepishly.

Horatio extinguished his cigarette, rose and came around to the front of his desk. "Is that what you're afraid of Sarah. That remembering will allow the dark forces to take over again." Sarah nodded slowly. "Nothing can harm you here I promise."

"That's what they told me at Dragon's Wood," whimpered Sarah. Horatio leaned forward to take Sarah's hand.

"Sarah Nettleton the threat is gone. The Dreamwalker has been caught. You need to focus on healing yourself," he insisted. However, Sarah wasn't so sure.

"She's not gone, she got away and she will be back," whispered Sarah. Horatio didn't know what to say. She was right. Michayla had managed to get away from Dragon's Wood, the Dreamwalker's had made sure of that. However, Sarah and everyone else had to believe that she was gone and wouldn't be back. Whether it was true or not, was another thing.

"You have to accept that some things are out of your control Sarah and learn to deal with them. The best way to do that is meet them head on." Sarah nodded solemnly and drew a deep breath.

"Then what do we do then?" asked Sarah taking her hand back and withdrawing into a tight ball.

"We talk about what happened yesterday," said Horatio returning to his chair. Sarah nodded. "You said that you remembered something." Sarah began to quiver.

"Yeah, it was something about looking into your eyes," explained Sarah. Her voice cracked as she spoke and bits and pieces of what she had seen the day before filtered through her mind. "I saw Dillon and we were in a very dark place. I saw the blood everywhere . . . and heard her laughing and then--"Sarah stopped. Her entire body was shivering now.

"Sarah?"

"I heard Professor Abydos call out," she whispered.

"What did he say?" Sarah looked up. She knew that Horatio had been told everything that happened that night. She knew that he was trying to get her to tell him. She looked down at her arms the bandages were still white. She gathered her thoughts.

"He, he disarmed me," stumbled Sarah.

"He took your wand?" asked Horatio leaning back and pulling a cigarette from the air.

"Yes . . . I mean no . . . I mean not at first." Sarah leaned forward and cradled her head in her hands. Horatio resisted the urge to call off the session. "First he took the knife then he took my wand." Sarah reached down and tugged at her pants. She was lost in a trance. Horatio leaned forward.

"Sarah, concentrate. You are not in the catacombs. You are in my office and we are talking. Nothing can hurt you here," he insisted as calmly as he could. Sarah was not listening. She was pulling hard at the bottom of her right leg.

"I had a knife, I was going to kill Dillon . . . but I," she ripped the bottom of her pajamas, and exposed the bright pink scar at the bottom of her right leg, "stabbed myself instead."

Horatio stood and went to the front of the desk. He was afraid he had let it go too far. "Sarah Nettleton, look at me." He sat in front of her and attempted to get her to focus.

"That's where the blood came from," she said. He eyes widened as though a light bulb had just gown off over her head. "Not Dillon, not Professor Radcliff. I, I didn't hurt anyone but myself," she whispered. Horatio watched her expression as it changed from one of enlightenment, to relief, to hatred. "I'm going to kill her," she mumbled.

Horatio's eyes widened. "Sarah no." He leaned forward, tried to take her hands, but she jerked away and started to fight him. Sarah flailed at Horatio with both hands and began to spout nonsense.

"The Red Queen must die. Off with her head," she said. Then she laughed almost maniacally. Horatio kept at Sarah until he had hold of her hands.

"Enough, we've gone far enough today," he said trying to bring her around. His hands were now covered with the blood that was soaking through the bandages.

"Eric no, stay away from me!" she screamed fighting Horatio's grip. By this time, her hysteria had attracted the attention of a nurse who entered from the hallway.

"Horatio, what's going on?" she asked coming to their side.

"She's lost in a flashback," he answered calmly yet looking slightly irritated. "Help me out here," he said gesturing that he couldn't possibly let go of his charge.

The nurse stepped forward, shook her head, and then pulled out her wand. "Eneverate!" Horatio looked up at her oddly. The nurse shrugged. However, Sarah stopped and looked him in the eyes.

Horatio smirked, "Thanks." He released Sarah's arms and wiped the blood from his hands onto his robes. The nurse cringed.

Sarah watched him, looked at her arms, then fell forward, and began to sob. "Horatio why can't I get past this?" she whispered after a moment's silence. The nurse knelt down to work on the bandages but Horatio shook his head.

"Leave us," he said, taking Sarah's arms once more. The nurse hesitated and then left the room. Horatio lifted her chin and smiled. "You're doing just fine."

Sarah sniffled and then chuckled sadly. "Yeah I'm doing just fine," she said holding up the blood soaked bandages. She looked down at the bottom of her pajamas and sighed.

"You managed to get further than you ever have. I really thought you were going to make it through without the blood." Horatio pulled his wand and began to work on the bandages. "What do you remember Sarah, of our conversation?"

Sarah thought hard. "Being disarmed, Eric being there, he was trying to stop me." Sarah thought harder. "There was a time when I thought he was trying to keep me from hurting Dillon, but now I know he was trying to keep me from hurting myself."

"Very good," said Horatio wiping the blood from his hands once more. He leaned back, looked at his handiwork, and pulled a cigarette from the air.

Sarah watched him take two draws and then sighed. "You know I could probably use one of those." Horatio chuckled.

"I think not. I'll keep my filthy Muggle habit to myself thank you," he said with a grin. Sarah's smile was genuine this time. "I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile properly," he said. Sarah looked at him curiously. It was the first time she felt a warm comforting feeling emanating from Horatio. She leaned forward and stared into his eyes.

"Horatio, I want to go on." Horatio looked at her curiously and then took a drag off his cigarette.

"I think we've done enough for today Sarah. Besides you're friends and the Professor are coming later this afternoon. You should probably rest before," Horatio could see the disappointment surfacing on Sarah's face.

"You're scared I won't come back. That's why the nurse was here." Sarah lowered her head; silent tears flowed down her cheeks.

Horatio took another drag off of his cigarette and leaned back. "Sarah I have immense faith in you. I just think it's best to be done today. You've made great progress these last few days and I feel that you are very close to a break through." He leaned forward and wiped a tear from Sarah's cheek.

"Then let me," pleaded Sarah.

Horatio looked at the clean bandages and then into Sarah's blue eyes. She needed to know. He knew what had happened. At least he had heard the stories. He knew there was a prisoner; he knew there people being punished for what had happened to Sarah, and he knew there were those that were not. Horatio took another drag off his cigarette and leaned back. There was going to be some point when he had to let her continue until she got it all out. Why was he being so protective of her? He took the last puff of his cigarette and extinguished it. "All right." He rose and went back to behind his desk. Sarah sat up.

"What?"

"All right, we'll go on."

Sarah panicked. She had gotten what she wanted but was it what she wanted. She nodded and drew a deep breath. "Cool," she whispered, a slight quiver in her lower lip. Horatio wasn't sure that was the word he would use. He smiled and leaned back in his chair. "So what do I do?"

"Let's start back at the Quidditch match," said Horatio thinking hard.

Sarah's nose crinkled and her brow furled. "The match with Parathion?" Horatio nodded. "But Horatio," moaned Sarah.

"I know, you don't remember any or it," he said pulling another cigarette. "I want you to think about it. Think about that day."

Sarah nodded, sunk into her chair, and began to mumble. "Things hadn't been going very good for me. I had all ready been in the infirmary twice. Once because they had found me in the Catacombs and once because I lost it," admitted Sarah. It was plain to see by the look on her face that some of this was coming back to her as she spoke.

"Lost it?"

Sarah winced. It was obvious that these memories were causing pain, but she was determined to go on. She glanced down at the bandages. They had to remain white. "Zoe was so determined that what I was going through was Michayla's fault so she was causing fights all the time." Sarah was barely audible, but she was talking.

"Causing fights?" Horatio prodded. Sarah placed a hand to her head and he began to have second thoughts about his decision to continue.

"She wanted Dillon to see what was going on, but--" Sarah stopped. Her head was in her cupped hands now and she was rocking. "Damn it Zoe, this isn't doing any of us any good. My head just hurts, this is of my own making." She stopped again and Horatio leaned forward. "I was wrong. She was causing the headaches. It was a way to throw me off balance and then they wouldn't go away." She became extremely quiet.

"Tell me about the Quidditch match," repeated Horatio.

Sarah drew a deep breath. "I remember that Mrs. Hutton did'nt want me to play." Sarah laughed. "But if she had it her way none of us would play, ever." Horatio smiled. "I insisted, and Professor Killainka thought that maybe it would make me feel better."

Horatio remember part of the conversation he had had with his old friend and mentor in which he had beat him up over this very decision. "Did it make you feel better?"

"I, I can't . . . I, I can't . . . Horatio." The pain was nearly unbearable now. Sarah was rocking in her chair and trying to concentrate.

Eric kicked off the ground and circled the top of the Stadium. Sarah was acting oddly. Not only wasn't she playing as well as she usually did. She wasn't playing at all. In fact, she was playing so badly that the last Bludger had nearly knocked him off his broomstick, and had sent him to the ground to regroup. "What the hell is going on?" he mumbled as he motioned Brad to take the Quaffle out while he went after Sarah.

Sarah couldn't believe how badly her head hurt. This had to be the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. However, that wasn't what bothered her most. That was watching Dillon and knowing that he was laughing at her. "How dare he laugh?" she thought. "After all she had done for him. She had risked her life to save him last year and now he was laughing at her."

She looked across the field and saw him laughing, laughing, and pointing. Then he looked into the stands and saw her doing it too. "I'll show them all," she thought. "I'll throw the game. It serves them right, for what they've done to me."

Dillon swung by Eric on his way to Sarah looking quite distressed. "What's going on?"

"I have no idea," he said not stopping. Dillon frowned. Eric sped past Marjorie who had just sent a Bludger toward a Griffin brother and was looking harried. He pulled up along side Sarah. "Hey what's up? Are you okay?"

Sarah glared at him. "I'd be fine if your Seeker would stop making fun of me," screeched Sarah just before taking off. Eric turned to look at Dillon who had begun to make his rounds again looking for the Snitch. Eric was perplexed. He spotted Sir Roger a few yards off and signaled for a time out, just as Sarah pelted a Bludger into Raphael allowing Malcom Griffin to score.

"What is it Sarah?" asked Horatio.

"The Quidditch match." Sarah began to relate what she was remembering and as she did the pain began to ease up. There were tears rolling down her cheeks. "I thought . . . I thought . . . they made me believe that Dillon . . . that everyone was laughing at me," concluded Sarah. "So I, I threw the game. By the time Eric pulled me out, it was too late." She wiped the tears on her robe and whimpered. "Everyone was so shocked by what I had done they couldn't recoup, Parathion won."

Horatio sat for a moment quietly. Sarah had opened her eyes and was sitting up and staring into his. She seemed like she was in control he wanted to go on. This was the most she had remembered consecutively since she'd been at St. Michael's. He took another drag off his cigarette and leaned forward. "Sarah?"

"I suck." Sarah slammed a fist onto his desk. Horatio cracked a smile. "I suppose you think that's funny."

"Tell me what happened after the Quidditch match," Horatio said watching her expression.

Sarah faltered slightly, but only for a moment. "They wanted to put me back in the infirmary but I wouldn't let them. I told them--" She stopped talking again and stood and began to pace. Horatio sat up in his chair, slightly fearful of what was about to happen.

"What is it Sarah?"

"The voices started again."

"Voices?"

"I'm not crazy," blurted out Sarah. She then looked at Horatio with a pained look and then her surroundings and decided she could have chosen better words. After a moments thought, she continued. "They were talking to me when I was asleep. I was Dreamwalking again," she whispered quietly. Horatio took a drag off his cigarette and waited for her continue, eventually she did. "Just like when I went to the History of Magic classroom and got the knife. When I went to Professor Killainka's office and I--" Sarah's eyes widened and she turned to look back at Horatio. "I thought they were there for her. I thought they were coming to hurt her. But all along they wanted me and she was the link."

"What do you remember about the voices Sarah?" he asked watching her begin to pace again.

"It was one voice wasn't it Horatio?" she said after she stopped. She looked out the single window that graced Horatio's office. Horatio felt a quick moment of panic as he realized how close she was to the glass. He contemplated pulling his wand, rising to his feet, calling her back. Sarah turned and faced him. "Why Horatio? Why?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her lower lip quivered as she spoke.

"Because," he started trying to assure himself that, she wasn't going through the window. "There are those out there who would mean to do us harm Sarah Jane."

"No Horatio," disagreed Sarah shaking her head. "Not why did they go after me. Why am I the one?"

Horatio felt his insides twisting again. Why had Killainka brought her to him? He had never been anything special. He in fact, had been a troublemaker, an outcast, if it hadn't been for Killainka. Horatio sighed and returned his thoughts to Sarah and her question. "It is not our choice Sarah. We are not always the masters of our destiny." These words echoed in Horatio's head. Was this his destiny, to save the savior?

Sarah stood, disoriented and confused. Thousands of thoughts were rushing through her head and then the laughter began to ring in her ears. Sarah cupped her ears and tried to block out the sound, but the laughter continued. "What is it Sarah?" asked Horatio. Sarah backed up until she was against the window. Horatio felt the twinge of panic that he had felt moments earlier. This time he rose from his chair slowly. "Sarah it's time to stop, we've gone far enough for this session," he said as calmly as he could." He began to inch his way toward Sarah as she cupped her hands harder to her ears and began to rock gently against the window.

Sarah opened her eyes and saw darkness. If she couldn't get out of bed that morning, she was going to have to go into the Infirmary again. However, she wasn't in bed, she was back in the catacombs again. She placed her head in her hands and began to rock gently, her head bumping the soft mud walls of the old bootleg tunnels.

Horatio held one hand out. "Sarah listen to me, we've gone far enough. It's time to go back to your room. Time to prepare for your friends," whispered Horatio. He took another step forward. Sarah rocked harder until Horatio could see the windowpane giving slightly. He could hear her humming and mumbling softly over the sound of the thud that grew louder as she became more and more irritated.

"They will be ours Sarah," whispered the voice. "The time has come for her to pay." Sarah's eyes widened and then a dark figure stepped from the shadows.

"It's time for you to step into my world Sarah."

Sarah looked up, into Horatio's face and screamed. She reared back and shattered the window, just as Horatio grabbed her. It was Michayla's face that Sarah saw. It was Michayla's arms pulling her back into the room. It was Horatio that would hold her until the madness stopped.

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Dr. Horatio Kincaid removed his blood stained robes, threw them across the back of the wicker rocker, and crossed the room. He stopped at the oak cabinet that stood next to the kitchen wall and opened the doors. Reaching inside, he pulled out a bottle of Jose Cuervo and a shot glass and quickly found a chair to collapse in. He poured himself a shot, then produced a half a lemon and a saltshaker, and proceeded to get himself drunk.

"That's not going to solve anything." Horatio didn't flinch. He instead poured himself another shot and raised the glass to eye level.

"I'm not trying to solve anything at the moment Javier," he said just before downing the tequila. "I'm trying to find something."

"Find something?" repeated Killainka taking a seat across from the doctor.

"The bottom of this bottle," said Horatio holding it up. Killainka sighed and shook his head slowly.

"You saved her life."

"I nearly cost her, her life."

"There is a great conflict within her. I trust you and so does she. That is how she has come this far."

"Why Javier? Why? I can't answer her question because I don't know the answer to it," said Horatio.

"Because you are the one who I need to do this for me Horatio. Save her from the conflict within herself and I will do the rest," promised Killainka.

Horatio leaned forward and placed the bottle and glass on the table in front of him. He leaned backed, pulled a cigarette from the air, and took a drag. "What happened up there, Javier? What really happened up there?" he asked after blowing out his puff.

Killainka rose from his spot and walked to the window on the other side of the small bungalow. The sun was beginning to set and a pink light was filtering through the curtains. He turned, summoned the bottle from the table, poured himself a drink, and downed it before he continued. Horatio's eyes widened. "I thought that I was allowing Sarah a lesson in self control. I thought that I had everything under control." He stopped and shook his head slowly. "I thought incorrectly."

Horatio watched the liquid settle to the bottom of the bottle as the Professor returned it to the table. "You don't make mistakes, Javier."

"Everyone makes mistakes Horatio."

Horatio thought back to his days at Dragon's Wood and thought for a moment about reaching out to the Professor. "Look Javier . . . Father," Killainka looked Horatio stunned.

"You haven't called me that in years," he said running his hand across the bottom of the shot glass.

"Do you have to hear the word to know that's how I feel?" asked Horatio.

"No," said Killainka. Then he paused and poured himself another shot of the gold liquor. "It is a sad feeling," he said contemplating his drink. "To have so much family to love and yet I am denied that luxury."

Horatio sighed deeply. "Look perhaps this isn't a good time."

"I'm just feeling a bit guilty myself. I hated to disappoint her friends." Killainka looked across at Horatio. "But we couldn't let them come up and see her after what happened today."

"I shouldn't have let her go on, but she was so close to a break through. She felt it . . . she wanted to continue. It seemed like the right thing to do." Horatio paused. "She has a way of getting to you."

"In some way, it's like you are related," he said with a sigh.

"Javier, perhaps it's time to take Sarah somewhere else," he said looking down at the bottle, which he had reached over and picked up again.

"Horatio, the last ting Sarah needs right now is for you to give up on her," said Killainka leaning forward. "And for you and I to find the bottom of that bottle," he added with a smile.

Horatio looked at the bottle again and then released it, sending it crashing to the floor. "Answer my question Father. Tell me what happened to her at Dragon's Wood and this time don't leave anything out."

Professor Javier Killainka couldn't remember life without Dragon's Wood. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't live in the one bedroom suite that stretched out above the upper classrooms and looked out over the Quidditch Stadium. He looked out his window toward the rising bleachers and watched the sun peak over the horizon. He was going to go down to the Infirmary and check on Sarah and then he was going to go see Romulus and Perri.

They were right of course; things were getting out of hand. She was getting worse, she was loosing whole days, large periods of time that she couldn't remember, and he was sure that she wasn't being completely honest about how much. Something or someone was attempting to get to Sarah Nettleton and he needed to stop it.

He removed his spectacles and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well, and had allowed Melissa Hutton to talk him into taking a Dreamless Sleep Potion. She was worried about him, as were the rest of the faculty and staff. Sarah Nettleton wasn't the only one who had been behaving strangely of late. However, he couldn't help it, it was very hard for him to stand by and remain calm and uninvolved when Sarah was being threatened. Then there was the fact that she had been coming to him in his dreams.

"Tell me what you remember." Horatio's words were distant. They were like the whispers of the wind at night. The Professor was lost in his thoughts.

"She's gone." He turned from his window and came face to face with Romulus Abydos and Perri Semiramise. Abydos was calm as he spoke but there was urgency in his voice.

Semiramise was not as calm. "She's not the only one missing, Javier. Christine and her son are no where to be found."

"We've sent everyone back to the dorms," continued Abydos. "I think it's time that we face facts Javier. She's got her."

Semiramise looked from Abydos' face to Killainka's. "I'm afraid he's right."

"I should have felt it," whispered Killainka. "Perri knew and I didn't."

"There was a lot going on," Horatio assured him. "We know now that they were keeping you from her."

"I should have been stronger."

"There's no time to concern our selves with what we haven't done now. We need to concern our selves with what we need to do." Abydos' words echoed in Killainka's head. He nodded, still taken a back by their news.

"What do you suggest Romulus?" he asked laying his trust in Abydos' hands. The Dark Art's Professor turned to Semiramise then returned his attention to Killainka.

"We believe they've gone back to the catacombs."

"So you went there?" asked Horatio extinguishing his cigarette and keeping a good eye on his mentor. Killainka nodded silently.

"Expelliarmus!"

"By the time we arrived, Eric was there."

"Mr. Turner?" asked Horatio furling his brow.

"He had been attacked by the girl, but he had managed to make it to Sarah none the less. She was fighting it, as hard as she could but--" He stopped talking. Horatio could tell that the memory of what had happened was causing him pain. "He was there. I suppose he was trying to make sure that everything went as planned, but in the end he took the girl instead."

"Michayla?"

Killainka nodded. "Romulus managed to capture the bastard before he got too far, but she got away."

Horatio wasn't used this kind of language coming from the Professor. This was the kind reaction that he would have to the situation. He rose from his chair, crossed the room, and placed his hand on Killainka's shoulder. "You saved them Javier. They are alive, all of them."

"Yes, all of them," repeated Killainka. "We should have killed him when we had the chance." There was hatred in his eyes that Horatio had only seen once before. Horatio knew how these two instances fit together.

"He was caught and he will be punished and someday so shall she," promised the doctor.

They sat quietly for a moment and then Horatio continued. "The scar on her leg, you said that she had cut herself."

"Yes. She had the knife that she had taken from Shamus' classroom. I'm sure that Michayla intended her to attack Christine or Dillon instead she attacked herself. Managed to do enough damage to her leg that Melissa was very concerned as to whether she would be able to walk on it." Killainka leaned back into the chair he was sitting in.

"She's remembering cutting herself. That's where we were. She was remembering the Turner boy and stabbing herself. She's remembered the Quidditch match or at least she's remembering, not remembering it. Then she remembered Michayla, something about Michayla that sent her over the edge," reported Horatio.

"It's her fear Horatio," said Killainka, contemplating the shattered tequila bottle. "Her fear that she is Michayla."