What did that feel like?

Madison felt another flash of what she was learning was panic when Pat pulled out a release tablet. She had only a second to glance at Ross in panic before her entire body was overwhelmed by an irresistible, overwhelming need.

No, not a need. A fact. She had to listen to the voice that was reverberating through her entire being. This imperative lay beyond desire or motivation; it was permanent and immutable as gravity. Ross was saying something. She peeled off a tiny percentage of her attention long enough to quiet him. Whatever it was could wait.

Another thing was growing in her now, not an emotion but a feeling. She knew instinctively that it couldn't be expressed in human language other than to say that it was good. Ross continued to speak and Madison's mouth moved to tell him what was happening. He touched her but she barely felt it; the aperture of her senses was consumed almost entirely by that voice, leaving only a pinprick opening to experience all else.

The sound penetrated her and Madison fell away from the world. She thought that maybe she was speaking but she couldn't tell. Her body was... where was it? What was it? What was she? It didn't know anymore, it had no mind it had no name it had no it

The last thing was not a thought, but an indescribable rending of its very core.

Tehom

Madison becomes. She can gasp so she gasps and she looks (sees) shapes. A man now Ross now her boyfriend now he's in trouble and she can speak and she speaks but she can't think

"Ross," she whimpered.