Her eyes tried to focus as he moved towards her, and the threat registered dimly. There was a knife, but she couldn't move to defend herself. Still, her gaze sharpened and her eyes followed the blade. She gasped as it ran along her jawline, and then her eyes locked with his as she fought for some sense of reality.

Lieutenant, stand up. She blinked, trying to comprehend, trying to make the order fit into her view of the shrinking room. She didn't speak, didn't move, but her eyes were still on his, trying to hold herself here.... I'm not in that room. That isn't that room...