Freyr danced with all three of them, keeping to the beat of the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKMprkWLi2M]music[/url] as well as all of their heartbeats. The edges of her vision were beginning to blur, and the colours were so vivid it hurt her eyes. Two tiny points were super sharp and zoomed in, if she squinted. Suddenly she was in the thronging crowd, trying to copy the rapid movements of a pair of Tindrel. She knew they were recreating Penultimate Rain Dance VII, and how she could help to complete the sequence.

Before they could finish, someone’s sweaty back barrelled into her from behind and sent her clattering to the floor. One of the Tindrel leant in close so she could use it’s legs as a support to get up. Turning around, she saw 595 with her hand around the neck of a very drunk, dazed clubgoer. He was suspended a couple of inches off the floor, his hands and feet dangling as he choked and spluttered. The agent’s head was tilted, studying his confused expression. “Agent...put him down!” Freyr could hear Kalax slurring from somewhere, was it in her mind? 595 smiled sweetly, set the guy down and patted his ruddy cheek. “Should we go to the next cl-”

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Sunlight. Piercing her eyelids as a nimbus of burnt red pain. She opened her mouth and immediately regretted it. Dry, and smelling of alcohol and chemicals. She was somewhere soft, and realised slowly that it was in a bed. She slowly pulled the plush covers over her face. [i]“Water...hangover cure...quick...please!”[/i] She sent out on all short range channels.

[i]”Sleeping beauty is awake. I'll get it. Hydration, coming right up princess.”[/i] someone replied. After a short while, the red light appeared again; someone pushed a pull into her mouth and a small glass of water into her hand. [i]”You should really get this implanted.”[/i] they lectured. [i]“Shhhh.”[/i] She replied, sloshing loads of water of her face as she tried to get a gulp in her mouth.