Drusilla, still clutching at her head, looked up at the tablet in surprise. She'd been caught up in the tangles of technology in her head, and hadn't noticed the small machine resting nearby. That was new. A piece of the puzzle that she hadn't been expecting. A rook or a pawn? It couldn't be a castle.

Lowering her hands, the vampire moved closer, her head tilted to one side. She reached out to tap the screen with a white finger. Another prisoner. (How many had the tin men captured this time?) What wires were worming through her brain, hmmm? What nasty circuits fizzed in her skull?

"Are you trapped?"