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of drone-like armies parading through towns and villages across the world were foremost in her

mind; a daunting task to discover as much as she could about them via her sophisticated
computer network lay ahead, but as ever Min was prepared for the challenge. She would

leave no trail in her search for anything unusual, but had a sneaking suspicion that someone or
something was on to her, a gut feeling.

‘What am I getting myself into?’ Min questioned her involvement in a brief moment of terror
and fear. She wasn’t someone who scared easily, but the work she had undertaken felt very

oppressive. Something wasn’t quite right and Min had the distinct feeling that she was being
watched; something was making her look over her shoulder; every little noise from outside had

her jumping almost out of her skin. It felt as though a force, evil and intimidating, was right
there in the room with her, bearing down and disturbing her thought patterns. She rubbed her

temples in anguish, trying to rid herself of the pressure. She pushed back the chair away from
the screen, covering her eyes and breathing deeply. Her thoughts were mixed. ‘I hope I’m not
coming down with the flu or something.’ She was really rattled by the experience. Min sat up

and pulled herself together as best as she could, trying to forget about it. She tried again to
search for that vital piece of evidence or information that would clarify Howard’s theory, but it

wasn’t bearing fruit, although now the pains of tiredness and fatigue were all too prevalent.
‘I can’t do this now, I’ll try again later.’

Min went into the kitchen, feeling quite low, and attempted to make herself some tea. Her

arms felt heavy and the kettle seemed to weigh a ton. She dropped it, failing to keep her grip.
Min was angry with herself. “Come on! What’s wrong with me?” she thought aloud, before
almost collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs. Her vision was slightly blurred and nothing

seemed to make any sense. Too weak to think straight and unable to move from the table, Min
fell into a deep sleep. Mumbling and making rapid movements, she succumbed to the strange

images in her mind. Min had been transported into a world of nightmarish horrors, some of
which depicted real life terrors from centuries ago. Unable to move due to sleep paralysis, Min
felt trapped and forced to watch the evil historical events unfold, but it wasn’t to end there.

This was just the beginning for Minnie Law. Little did she know that very soon her entire world
would be turned upside down. Two worlds were about to collide.

Howard had arrived back at his house safely. No one had followed him. ‘Don’t look

outside, you fool!’ Howard told himself, as he was just about to edge back the curtain. ‘I must
let Min know that I’m home and fine.’

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