Sabine could not tell whether she was able to get any sleep at all through the cold night. She could not get any more comfortable -- not even to lay down on her side -- courtesy of her restraints. She felt as if she was going to throw up when she heard her interrogators approaching.

She slowly lifted her tired head. She didn't look up far enough to look at Arinette's eyes. "Why do you want to kill her? Why are you being so horrid?" she said. Some determination seeped through, even if it was through biting cold and anticipation of punishment.