She couldn't get rid of it, the black seemed to seep from every pore. Her fingers were stained midnight and her mouth leaked a color of death. No matter how much she rubbed or smeared it away, it just came back. It was odorless and held no taste in her mouth. She could feel the slickness of the ink slide under her finger tips as she furiously rubbed at her face. "Bree.. Bree, what do you see?" She looked back at the pod black shape staining the white card. "I see me..."