Shooting Stars<BR>
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A high bed, with a white sheet. A machine and a masked man stand behind it. More masked people, men or women, impossible to tell, stand flanking the bed..
Small buttons on the sides of my head. A soothing voice that can't ease the fear. Something in my mouth.<BR>
Darkness.<BR>
Awakening.<BR>
A voice, "Tiffany. Tiffany, sweetie, I'm sorry. But it'll make you feel better. I promise. I'm sorry."