Cindy followed Dr. Endicott down a long corridor, the facing red, sunlight coloring the walls oddly. In a moment she realized that they were heading toward the rear of the large castle-like house. Again, she saw no one else. Where was everyone? How many girls did they have here? Once or twice she had heard stories about Hannah Manor, wild stories about this place that was supposed to be an experimental house for alcohol abusers. Many newscasters had tried to find some sort of story angle to the place, but nothing had been found. Dr. Endicott had a psychiatric degree, was state licensed, and had served the institute well, apparently. Gossip stories still abounded, whispered about by some of the girls at school who said they knew girls who'd been to the institute and how screwed up they were afterward. Ex-drunks might tell lies. They would do anything to get sympathy or attention for what they'd gone through. Cindy had seen some of them on television and almost giggled at the way they looked and talked. Well, now she was in the same situation, and there was nothing particularly funny bout it.

"In here."

Cindy followed Alicia down a narrow flight of concrete stairs into a large, oak-paneled room. The door closed behind her. When Alicia fucked on the lights, Cindy was able to see the furnishings of the room more closely. And what she saw made her break into a cold sweat. Hanging on the walls of the room were strange, frightening-looking instruments. In the center of the room was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet in it.

"What is this?" Cindy gasped, turning, her eyes wide with fear as she felt her uniform clinging damply, uncomfortably to her flesh.

Dr. Endicott said nothing, her businesslike manner still apparent as she slipped the keys into her white uniform and began unraveling the tight bun at the back of her head. Cindy watched mutely as Alicia's silver hair tumbled to her shoulders. Even with that, the woman looked no less stern.