Lydia didn’t have time to react as he reached down and grabbed her arm, jerking her to her feet. She gasped in pain as the movement upset her arm but then she gasped again, white eyes widening as images began pouring into her head. She saw a young boy being strapped down to a table then she saw the same boy, a little bit older fighting against two men in lab coats. The last thing she saw was a boy her age sitting in the corner of a cell, glaring out through the bars. Her hand ripped away from the boys and she stumbled away from him, falling to her knees as she cradled her head where a fierce headache was blooming.