There's so much to absorb and Sharon spends several heartbeats doing so. Her cool gaze takes in the night sky and how the transports sporadically light it up like little stars; how the plants have wilted away; how the vampires around her are dressed and seemingly frozen with fear, their attention on a menacing, towering figure whose very presence demands everything. She burns the images into her mind but it's the wild, imposing figure that takes up most of them.

She shifts back a half step as something in the air shifts. When the man speaks, it almost sounds like D. He speaks like D. It's impossible not to see the similarities between the two. But she doesn't have the time to catch them all. He speaks and his voice makes her heart flutter with fear; drains her of her boldness; makes her want to uncharacteristically shy away.

And then it's as if the world is falling apart. The ground begins to shake and rumble and a building crumbles and D sweeps her up. He tosses her over his shoulder like she weighs absolutely nothing and she lets out a tiny, choking cry that gets cut off in her throat.

"What the fuck what the fuck——D, what the fuck," her words become shrill the more she repeats them. Her mind is racing and she can see them, the Nobility. Vampires. She feels an instinctive terror and clings to D; she doesn't try to pull away, doesn't try to get a better look at the surroundings, and just lets herself be carried away. She wants to do something, anything, to help but feels ultimately helpless to the the flow of this memory.