Like the bad dream she must have just had with the horrible, smiling beast standing over her. Her eyes fluttered open tenuously, feeling like lead weights and heralding the onrushing arrival of pain, beginning in her head then flooding to her toes. Her body felt like it was on fire. Even as she stared at the worried face of Angela, touching her forehead gently, Laura could not help but give a quiet scream of agony. And surprise. Angela felt helpless. There was nothing she could do for Laura; she did not have Jack's knowledge or training with regard to the human body. Jack was miles away, unaware of Laura's condition and, as evidenced by her own transformation to human form, probably asleep or unconscious. Angela leaned forward and whispered. "Laura. I've got to get you away from here." It was hot, terribly hot; even Laura's eyes felt like fried eggs. Words echoed in her mind, nonsensical, blurs, garbled sounds muted by heat.
