Yolanda emerged from the darkness slowly at first, then all at once, jolting back to reality. She gasped and looked around wildly, suddenly on the floor again and scrambling away from Daniel. She slid away along the cold floor easily, ending up with her back against the far wall.

"Die Duiwel is hier. Die Duiwel lewens.*" Yolanda was babbling now, her hands gripping her knees as they were held to her chest. A part of her knew how crazy she looked, but it was overwhelmed by her fear. 

She wasn't looking at Daniel, she wasn't looking at anyone or anything. Her eyes held a far away glaze that was generally only reserved for soldiers. "God, hoor ons gebed. Die Duiwel skuil."

[* The devil is here. The devil lives.]
[* God, here our prayer. The devil lurks.]