“Pssst. Wakey wakey, kitty,” Dawn whispers from the shadows. Her silhouette remains at the foot of the bed where the single light is unable to reach. “You’re not going to let this ruin our game. Especially since we’ve hit a new level of fun. Corvus and I decided to go our separate ways, which means you’re my new partner. Wake up and get out of bed. It isn’t like your limbs fell off.”
Stirring from a dreamless slumber, Gemma sits up and is surprised to find that all of her bandages are gone. Touching her face, she finds a satin patch over her damaged eye, the fabric giving enough to make her fear it will break. Swinging her legs off the bed, she gingerly steps on the floor and jumps back onto the bed. A black feather is stuck to her toes, more of them barely visible on the ground. Remaining in the circle of light, she faces Dawn and looks for something to throw. The shadows swallow everything that the detective could lift, the darkness receding to drag the items away.
“I’m never going to help you,” Gemma growls, her angry voice reverberating for several seconds. Crawling to the foot of the bed, she is still unable to get a clear look at the other woman. “You murdered hundreds if not thousands of people. I’ve no idea why I don’t kill you right here.”
“Because you love yourself too much.”
“What do you mean?”
“I said we were partners.”
The circle of light grows to encompass Dawn who is standing in a hospital gown decorated by a skeletal unicorn. She playful waves at Gemma before tapping on a barrier that is sitting between the two women. Standing within a large mirror, the brown-haired woman raises her arms to make the detective copy the movement. With a wicked grin, Dawn presses her body against the glass and draws Gemma to the edge of the bed.
“Now repeat after me, kitty. There’s never any fun in normal.”