Reinette was so startled by Jack's reaction to the creature that she felt the confusion lip to her face. She did not even bother to mask it.

"Jack," she directed, briefly concerned. "Watch its --"

But the arm was already trained on her again, the sharp, grinding motion now hauntingly familiar.

"They follow me," she finally answered. "Search -- me. They reach into my memories while I sleep. When I was a child the experience fashioned itself into odd dreams. I am not ready yet."

She looked to the cold glass face again.

"Or so they say."