"I don't care—really. Hold me closer. I'm cold...."
"But I don't understand why they would do such a thing as this," Tommy said. He had released the girl and found her clothing in a corner of the room.
"It is a part of some pagan rite they plan to revive. The victim must lie in—in the manner you found me for a certain length of time. Some weird looking priests visited me at intervals and recited incantations. It was horrible!"
"What's your name?"
"I'm Helen Spencer. I came here with my father—"
"Never mind that now. I think we can get out of here. There was nobody in the hallway when I came in."
"I'd like to find my father."
"We can try."
"They separated us a long time ago. For a while they treated me like a queen, even though they kept me a prisoner. I wondered why. Now I know. It was all a part of this terrible pagan sacrifice. I think the time is very near."