The game show error buzz was annoying but not half as annoying as what Mircalla wanted to do with Laura’s brain. Being denied the opportunity was taxing to say the least. “Correction, you might have had Carmilla walking through your brains for years but I’m older. I should be able to do this.”

She moved closer, every step mentally trying to change something in the room. A colour, maybe crack in the wall but still nothing happened. “It’s about time it was just the two of us.” Mircalla’s closed any gap between them. Even with her temper still bubbling she somehow managed to keep it in control.

“Yoga? Flexibility? Now that is something you’ve got to show me. As for control I think you already know I don’t like not having it so if you could let me take charge of this dream, I promise you won’t forget it.” That could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Mircalla brought her hand up and tucked Laura’s hair behind her ear. Something her and Carmilla both loved to do as it exposed her neck. How could they ever resist? She was then about to look at Laura’s eyes when Mircalla caught the glimpse of the bud in her ear.

She pulled back to look in Laura’s eyes, anger flashing in her own. “What the hell is this?”