It was a blue mist; a dark, electric blue that pulsed with thought. Katelina touched the edges of it and felt tingles reverberate through her.
"Perhaps it's best."
The words echoed in her mind, but they left no peace behind as they had in other dreams.
"Better to follow?"
This was a dream too, after all.
"Perhaps."
Wasn't it?
The dream faded and she blinked against a blurry world. Her body was numb, and her eyes didn't want to focus. Gray walls became clear and then fuzzy. She was aware of motion; being carried?
Voices slogged through her ears, "She's waking."
"She's had too much blood. It's made her resistant. They'll need something stronger."
Stronger than what?