I wander around the opulant living room, admiring the luxurious furnishings and the somewhat unusual decor. What looks like it may be some form of African tribal art seems oddly phallic as it looms over me on the fireplace that surrounds the roaring log fire. Hanging over the fireplace, where some aristocrat of the English regency might have put a sword or other decorative weapon, there is what looks like a riding crop snuggled neatly on two silver brackets. The floors are polished wood, covered with thick rugs.

I take a sip of tea. "Nice place you have here," I say.

The furniture, like the car interior, is also leather. An ancient and heavy sofa of dark, shiny leather and wood and two equally ponderous chairs. Sara and Jenny had grabbed the two chairs almost as soon as they were invited to sit, leaving myself on the sofa with Nikki. Something about the predatory nature of her smile as she's passed me the cup of tea made me nervous about sitting so close to her. I'd stood to wander the room as a polite diversionary tactic to avoid being too close to her at this time.

Another sip of the tea. Its nicely brewed, made from proper leaves, the first I have had that is not made from a bag in all the weeks I have been here. There's something else in it too, an additional blend I am not familiar with. Its not bergamot or any other herbal addition usually added to tea. There is a strange, chemically aftertaste...

Then it all goes dark.