A darkness crossed over Elias' expression. Both of them had one thing in common, apart from where they lived: they had both been in close proximity to Catherine St. Giles when this had happened to them. Almost immediately, his instincts told him that it wasn't Ms. St. Giles' fault and that he shouldn't look at her as suspect. But because of that reaction, he was all the more interested in exploring that very idea - if only to clear Ms. St. Giles.
There was also, of course, the obvious connection of their living quarters. He should give that just as much thought as the first similarity between them. It was food for thought.
"Yes," he responded. "First, I saw flashes of light, not unlike lightning. And then, between the jagged strikes, a shape of... some sort of beast. It was, and it was not. I lost my vision. It seemed to me that I was suffering from a migraine -- but for that strange creature. And then, I saw a... It was a memory of mine, but I had never lived it. The entire ordeal lasted nearly 24 hours. But I experienced no auditory symptoms."
He frowned deeply. Their experiences were only alike in some ways -- and if one were to compare the two, one would be forced to say that they seemed to be suffering from two different things. But something about that conclusion seemed wrong, wholly wrong.
"I will admit to not knowing what to make of our experiences," he finally said. "Do you have any theories?"