1: Julia grips to the metal pole of an IV drip.

2: Looking tired and thin, she walks across the room.

Loud speaker projects: Good morning, Julia. How are you feeling?

Do you want to talk to us today?

3: Julia stands before a large, long mirror. In the foreground, she looks fine, but we see another self in the reflection: the mutated, distorted, black idol infused Julia seen at the end of Issue #17, a nest of eyes on one side of her face and extended, tentacle-like digits. Outside of the mirror, her room looks fine and neat and clean but, in the reflection, we see the walls are clawed and burnt by acid, pillows and blankets ripped up, debris scattered across the room.