The moment the needle touched his skin the alcohol kicked in, strange vision and sounds filled his head dredging up supersede memories. Gunshots and screams and the sounds of scared galloping horses, echoed through his consciousness, then he snapped. He threw yuri off of him and scrambled off the chair he was laying in. Voltus ran out of the music room into the winding walkways of the chateau, constantly bumping into walls and corners as he tried to trace his way through the mental map he was following. Soon he came to a door and put his hand on the handle, it was covered in dust from disuse. He pushed the door open and tumbled down a set of steps to a lower floor, he then scrambled to his feet and crammed himself into the corner clutching his knees, his heart pounding and his breathing erratic.