The worker examined his controls again, monitoring her life readings. The obvious way to escape seemed evident to him, but that was because he had created the entire chamber, and so was at the forefront of all the hidden features he had put inside.

A door hissed open.

“My lord, the subject has recovered about two-thirds of her vital readings, I estimate that she will be fully recovered within half a day and then I can wake her.”

“No,” came the resonance of the modulated voice, the bass turned high enough that the medical worker felt his heart vibrate from the boom. He audibly swallowed, trying to catch a glimpse of what the man meant by his statement—but that mask was impenetrable.

“With all respect my lord... No?”

“Revive her now,” the masked man turned towards the sphere, “if my apprentice cannot survive your traps trickster, then perhaps she was never meant to be my apprentice.” There was a pause, neither the man nor the worker moved or talked—till the man glanced over his shoulder, “problem?”

With a start the worker began the procedure, ending her slumber period with a brief joint and beginning the primer to bring her vital signs to full quickly and consciously. Hopefully she survived—the entire trap that is.