Fear hadn't really started to live inside her until that tiny, twisted laugh sounded in the cabin of the car. Beauty huddled in on herself as far away from the green-garbed man as she could, and stared out the window. The City wasn't so big that she hadn't seen most of it. And she recognized from a druggy, blurred memory, the place where they were driving. Arhkam Asylum. She'd been here before, along with others. In a move that seemed to have been the doings of the City itself, she'd lived in Arkham Asylum, drugged out of her mind, for interminable days, weeks, months -- she'd never figured out how long.
But she knew the place. And she knew it was nowhere she ever wanted to be again. "Who?" she asked, knowing (or remembering) no one who worked or who stayed here. She had never belonged to the ranks of the sanitarium. In point of fact, she'd put the whole terrible incident out of her mind as quickly as she could.
Was this The City again? But no... The City didn't work through its citizens, not like this. "Who are you?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. But slowly. Her head ached fiercely and even turning her head hurt her.