The world seems to give a final lurch as he opens his eyes and he has to blink a few times before they finally cleared, but he'd barely begun to process the changed room when the he heard the voice and his blood ran cold. He knew that voice. He looked toward the source, praying that he was mistaken, but the stark white face and hair, the black eyes like a goat's eyes, were burned into his memory.

The injections, he thought with the disconnected calm of shock. My eyes, it's a hallucination. She did something to me...

The smile was still a nightmare's. One hand jerked reflexively against the strap, to defend himself or strike at the monster even he couldn't have said.