[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c074ca423628594deed94854f4ecfdfd/tumblr_inline_mm97qgDdEn1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: the Museum [/center][hr][hr]	Nora's head was pounding as she hovered on the edge of consciousness. She couldn't tell if she was awake or not, yet there seemed to be the specter of her childhood nurse in front of her. Aoibheann (pronounced [i]eee-veen[/i]) would sing soft Irish songs to her as a girl. She would tell Nora stories and when her own parents had written her off as dead, Aoibheann continued to care for her. Aoibheann was more her mother than Lady Kingston ever was. Attempting to open her mouth, she saw Aoibheann shake her head softly. 

	And then Nora jolted to reality. She found herself on the floor, her head resting on a pillow. The last few moments had practically been erased from her memory, which she generally prided herself on being a steel trap. She didn't remember screaming and fainting at the sight of George. She was unaware of how exactly she came to be on the floor, with her head on a pillow. Yet strange things had been happening to the amateur cryptographer over the course of this day and the previous one, so it was certainly wasn't the most shocking situation she had found herself to be in. 

	She decided to simply remain on the ground for a moment longer, though she hardly had much choice in the matter. If anyone asked, she would pass it off as taking a moment to collect herself. Thinking back through what she could remember, she recalled the sense of horror and fear, and decided that perhaps it would be best not to dwell on it too much. Yet given that she was on the floor, she surmised that she had fainted. 

	At least, for once, the effect had a logical and easy to ascertain cause.