[As soon as he touches the doll, everything CHANGES. The room is big and grand, definitely not the same place. A group of men and women in robes are milling around, talking, laughing, entertaining. It's a party.

You move your head to take in the room, but you feel a sharp TUG at your neck. There's a collar there, attached to a chain. On the other side is the man the doll represented. Tall and dark haired, a cruel smile across his lips.]

"Pay attention, my little wolf, it's time for me to entertain my guests."

[The words "yes, master" pass your lips. The doors open and a child is brought through, his clothing is torn, his skin dirty. A child of the streets. No one will miss him. No one important, anyway. The man with the chain beams, waving the group of people over, enjoying being the center of attention. ]

"My friends! Did you think I'd bring you here without giving you something to talk about on the way home tonight? You'd be very wrong if you did. "

[He laughs and gives a nod. A knife goes into the boy from the slave who'd brought him in. He doesn't die. He bleeds and the man with the chain waves his fingers. The boy dances. He bleeds and dances and SCREAMS.]

[The scene fades, and Jim is once again in the room. The wolf growls softly, glaring up at him.]