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I awaken in a dream. I am in his quarters, Hitler in a huge frenzy, pacing back and fourth steaming and fuming. He goes cursing in his native Germanic language to the guards. "Why didn't any of this work?" He cries running his fingers through his hair.

"The primate gestures didn't work on her! Nor the guinea pig that she misses so much...and the concert and childhood gifts should have broke her for sure! We've tried being nice! We've tried sweet talking her! We've tried baking pastries and serving her our best cuisine! We've even shown her one of her all time favorite shows!" He growls through his teeth.

I find this strange, as he is speaking in his native language yet I can understand every word. "She should have agreed to join us! What went wrong? Why didn't she crack? It should have only taken a few days!" He shouts pacing the floor. "She's stronger than we thought Master." One of the Gestapo officers says with a shake of his head. "She's a tough one alright!" Another responds. The Fuehrer stops his pacing abruptly.

"No." Hitler mutters. "She's a weakling. She doesn't know what's good for her! Such an intelligent and intuitive specimen would have known to give in on the first day! Or perhaps it's...not about her intelligence...or her intuition...it's her memory." He approaches me but it woud seem that he doesn't see me standing there. The guards all stare in my direction.

"I think you are being a little too hard on her Master." One of officers says with a concern in his voice. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" He screeches as the blood fills his eyes, his voice enough to make even the officers flinch a little. "You're acts of kindness, sir. It's super effective in theory sir and while they are proving effective in rousing her emotions, I suspect that they are only pushing her away when she is asked to surrender." The officer comments.

"It would also appear that raising one's voice isn't as effective on her as the others. She's a sensitive and independent adult woman and won't give in to being asked to do things so easilly." Adolf tells himself going over a mental checklist of failed plots.

I see Adolf's eyes beaming and a wicked grin forms over his lips, an idea is brewing within his collection of nerves within his skull. He laughs under his breath. "We'll have to be harder on her...much harder! We must break her!" They approach me, but I can't move. I go to scream, but nothing comes of it. I'm paralyzed. It occurs to me that I'm not even standing! How can this be?