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[center][i]All three women were brought before the local magistrates and interrogated for several days, starting on March 1, 1692. Osborne claimed innocence, as did Good. But Tituba confessed, "The Devil came to me and bid me serve him." She described elaborate images of black dogs, red cats, yellow birds and a "black man" who wanted her to sign his book. She admitted that she signed the book and said there were several other witches looking to destroy the Puritans. All three women were put in jail.[/i][/center]

Kyle knew he had been wrong to have such an outburst, he knew but he chose to give in to his temper. Now he could barely keep both eyes open, with the pain he felt behind each one. He could feel his nose trickle once more and it felt like his mouth had no moisture in it. Kyle clasped his glass of water in both hands and took quick sips of his water. He felt embarrassed but knew this was better than straight up chugging water with the way he felt. But Kyle actually wanted a stiff drink at this point. Now everyone was talking about...powers and rats and glowing arms. He felt what he felt and was honest when he spoke previously in his outburst but....why was he here then? If all of this lead to something more mysterious what part did he play? Could he do something unique too? He felt shitty enough to where he must have done something, Kyle concluded in his head. 

 Kyle tried to answer Elysia but could not put enough effort into coherent thought. Pain was something he thought he was used to but this was something different. When he felt a weird pain earlier it had passed quickly, but as of now Kyle felt no better. Kyle wanted to go to the restroom to check out his condition with his own eyes, but could not stand up at the moment. Kyle said nothing and continued to drink water.