It was... vivid. I remembered being strapped down to a table, after having blacked out on a walk home. It wasn't Vorselon's ship, and the methods of torture were far more personal. I remember blood, screaming, visions of places and people I can't quite understand, then I'm back out in the street.

The next thing after that is someone's home, and I could swear I'd heard you as well. We were talking about... something. Something that had rattled you.