Might as well

Vanessa didn't believe a word of your story, but she had been kind enough to respect your feelings and she did recognize that your pain was genuine. Perhaps her disbelief should be the reason that you trust her with the pen. If she didn't think it would work, she wouldn't try.

You hand the pen to her. She takes it from you gingerly, and examines it with great interest. She seems disappointed as she puts it into her pocket. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now turn that frown upside down. Let's change the subject."

You spend a few minutes with Vanessa, making small talk and listening to her gossip. At the end of it, you feel cheered up, at least enough to **** yourself to attend the rest of the class.

Dagmar looks at you strangely from time to time, but for the most part, you feel no discomfort. Rather, you feel liberated! It was almost ecstatic. "I'll never have to see that darned pen ever again! " You think.

The minute you're home, you immediately crash into your bed and conk out for the rest of the evening. You awake only to grab dinner with your family and return to your room. You simply can't get enough of the blissful sleep.

~Creaaak~

You jolt awake at the sound of your door opening. But it's too late! Before you can open your mouth to scream, a hooded figure shoves a handkerchief against your face. You try to fight back but the anesthetic takes effect. You fall into a deep slumber.