Datura wasn't even aware of the other woman anymore, the world had narrowed to the dark visions dancing in front of her eyes. Delhi burning, her brothers and sisters dying, Victor abandoning her. She clutched at her temples and sank onto the ground, skirts billowing around her.
Ladies and gentlemen, Datura has left the building.
When she opened her eyes again, they were huge and unfocused, darting back and forth frantically. She looked down, then back up, confused. "Where am I?" she asked.