Megohime had been locked inside Hanbei’s lab for forty-two days, and when she wasn’t being burned, she was being scraped and swabbed for dna samples. Pain throbbed over her entire body, strapped down to that wretched pool-table with that awful gel. It smelled like bleach and burned her already burnt skin, but it helped keep the wounds clean. She had just been dosed with another set of muscle relaxants, a white-haired woman checking her I.V.’s and placing an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Megohime was already out of it, not having any food in her stomach made her even more easily affected by the drugs. Strange, the woman taking care of her looked like Masamune, she of course had more feminine features, but she looked just like him. She closed her eyes, feeling her mind swim from the drugs. Gods she missed him; was he looking for her?