"Rience is dead." Comes the reply before Ciara has time to even begin to contemplate. The name sparked memories, and Ciara squeezed her eyes shut as things came rushing back. "Forgive me, Lady. Napping was never my intent..." Ciara took another hit of the drug, trying to find some semblance of normalcy out of this. There was someone else in her head... someone else's memories... and what was worse it was someone out of a storybook!