The warehouse swam into focus again, but the heightened senses made it all seem as if I had never been there before. I smelled terror from the Halloween-ers and death rising from the ogre bodies. I watched tremors threaten to tear the sellspell medic to pieces as I looked at him. All of Raven's aides looked at me differently than they would have normally—physically I remained the same, but they knew I was not exactly myself.