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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 698839" data-attributes="member: 9942">SabrinaAlone and tearful in the limousine Sabrina's senses suddenly registered silence from the TV, the noise replaced by a low hissing sound, though bright figures still chased across the screen. A flash of light from the club door as it opened and shut drew her attention briefly (Was it Jemal? Was he back?), but was destined to disappoint. As the door swung shut, she caught something out of the corner of her eye.A face was reflected the light from the door, a face visible in the opposite-side window of the car. A child's face, that of a young girl, not unlike her own, in fact. So much so that it was tempting to ignore it; a trick of the light, nothing more. Then the apparition smiled, a strange mechanical gesture, and the eyes were quite dead - cold and soulless behind the mirth. Close, not five feet away, the proximity shattering the illusion of safety within the car.Then it was gone as the club door swung open again, nacreous light thrown across the car park putting the lie to the shadows. Jemal emerged, the woman on his arm stumbling a little down the steps towards the car.</blockquote>