Tamara was too preoccupied to sense Tiffany’s approach from behind, until two strong arms thrust up against the dresser, on either side of Tamara. Startled, she slammed the drawer shut and spun around. The Maid stared at Tamara coldly, and Tamara was afraid of her for the first time. As Tamara studied her lifeless blue eyes, there was a bright strobe of light in her eyes which left her momentarily blind. “Maid! What are you doing? Let me go!” There were more flashes, and she only saw stars and darkness. She couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed. Tiffany’s arms pinned Tamara in place and prevented her from blocking the light. As she struggled in vain, there was a loud screech of noise, a pulsing beat that seemed to drill into Tamara’s skull. Tamara’s head hurt from the combined sensory assault.