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It was cold...bare trees...feet were freezing...big log off the path...

Kaden...weed...

Falling...cold and dark, falling down...

"See how much easier it is when you cooperate?" he whispered in my ear.

I shivered and nodded to placate him, but my head was still throbbing. He'd been at it for hours, digging through my past until he finally came upon that day in January...was it five years ago? It had been so long ago, it felt like twenty, not five.

"I'm glad you feel that way," he continued, stroking my cheek as he came around to face me. "I hope you won't be so stubborn this time."

He took his seat across the table from me and set down a PADD. "Let's begin, shall we? Who is Kaden?"

"He was...a boy from home...a neighbor. He disappeared five years ago...they searched for days..." I shivered again and nearly retched from the pain, but I managed to compose myself and continue. "We never found him...for the next two years, I...went out into the woods where we thought he was last and...looked around...it was my way to remember him," I said between shivers and gasps.

It was utterly freezing in this room, and I couldn't wait for this interrogation to be over so I could at least return to my quarters where it was more comfortable. They were smart to make the room like this; it gave prisoners incentive to do as they were told. And I was doing exactly what they wanted me to do.

He smiled at me. "How touching. Then what happened?"

A tear rolled down my cheek and I nearly cried out as another wave of pain washed over me. "I saw a log off the path where...I thought he might go to get high...he was smoking weed, and I knew it...he came home...out of the woods one day when I was thirteen...he was stoned, but I promised not to tell anyone...I went toward the log and...fell down a hole...woke up on the Nausican ship..."

"Really...how interesting. The monitor seems to agree with you, but I find it most disconcerting that there are random holes in the middle of the woods in your world that lead to ours. You can be assured that we will look into this, but you understand that our priorities take president over this matter. So, it may take a while to solve the little mystery of how you got here."

He stood up and walked so he was directly in front of me. My head was bowed in agony, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the doctor load a hypospray and hand it to my interrogator.

He lifted my chin and dangled the hypo before my eyes. "You've done well today, my dear," he muttered seductively. "I hope all our meetings in the future will be as productive as this one."

He injected my neck, but his fingers lingered there and caressed my freezing skin.

"I think that's enough for today. Mental probes can damage the brain if used too often, so we'll wait a day or two and then continue our efforts."

He knelt down and gave me an imploring look. "I regret having to resort to such drastic measures to extract the information we need from you." But then his voice became as hard and cold as the chair I was strapped to. "Let's hope we don't have to use them again."

With his nod, they came forward and unstrapped me from the chair, and the doctor started work on healing the back of my neck where they had injected the mental probe.

"Until our next meeting, my dear," Weyoun said with a knowing smile.

And with that, he strode from the room, leaving me in the care of his subordinates: the Vorta doctor and the Jem'Hadar. I allowed the tears to stream down my face as they half-carried, half-dragged me to my quarters. They locked the door, and I managed to crawl into bed and curl up into a ball. There I lay until the inevitable stroke of midnight, when Weyoun would continue his interrogation here with soft caresses and gentle lies; but until that time, I allowed myself my tears, and the pillow was soaked long before evening fell on Cardassia Prime.