[Nathan barely remembers trying to kill the girl. It feels like something he imagined, and it was so good until the initial wave of euphoria ebbed and conscience came crashing back down.
The young woman opens her eyes long enough to look up at Kitty--emploring, hurting, frightened--and nod again. She's trying.]
Where're we going?
[Because, as of now, there isn't anything outside of this room but endless plains of nothing.]