Amy's heart felt as if it might explode, her fear had mounted as Elinor had lit the candles that edged a strange design traced on the floor continuing her incantation as she did so.

Finally Elinor straightened up and walked over to Amy. Cutting the cords that bound the young woman to the chair she took Amy's hand in hers and lead her to the interlocking circles traced on the floor.

Amy wanted to struggle with all her might but her body wouldn't respond, not until Elinor laid her on her back in the middle of the strange design could she move. Her voice was back and she begged Elinor to stop, begged for her life.

It was then she felt the inivisible hands grabbing her limbs, two to each of her arms, two to each of her legs, holding her prisoner. Hands that seemed to have pushed up through the floor to keep her captive. A scream tore from her lips and was quickly silenced by another hand that clasped unseen over her mouth stifling her words.

Her thoughts swam, none of this could be real. Please, let none of this be real.

Then she saw the gleam of the dagger blade in Elinors hands, the deliberate movements of Elinor as she moved to kneel beside her, raised her arms and then.

Blackness.... Amy's spirit was torn from her body and dragged away by the hands that now she could see and her screams came loud, but no-one heard her. No-one still alive at least.