Michael follows in after her. As he enters, a pain pierces his head, and he notices a figure enveloped in a dark aura. Only he can see it. The figure laughs. "Why didn't you kill those men? Was it because of HER?" The figure points at Issa. "Hehehe, you can't even think for yourself and you bear my mark. You're nothing but a puppet!" Michael grits his teeth. "Shut up! Get out of my head. I'm nothing like you!" The figure grins at this. "Oh, I beg to differ...," The figure steps closer and to Michael's disbelief, the figure...looks exactly like him,"I'm you and you're me...Grima." The figure then disappears, laughing wickedly. Michael is breathing heavily, clutching his head with both hands.