"I wish I knew where she was, Eli," Khaat said softly. "I keep seeing her in my sleep. Nightmares. Night after night after night. I don't know who she is or where she is. But the nightmares are hideous. If you know her at all, Gibbs, tell me so I can find her. I'm hoping they're just dreams, but...I think she's really in trouble. Deep trouble. I think they're visions. Not just nightmares. Who is she, Gibbs?"
Khaat thought about her nightmares of the woman--held in magically escape-proof shackles, bruised, beaten, tortured. Sometimes she had seen the beatings in her dreams. She was being held in a dark, damp, cellar type of space. Sometimes she had seen the woman shiver in the cold. She'd never heard her cry out, no matter what was done to her. She was a strong woman, with a beautiful face, and a warrior's heart. But if Khaat couldn't get to her soon, this beautiful woman, Khaat believed, would die.
"So she does exist after all," Katherine said. "I wonder why I couldn't find her in my pensieve. Gibbs, Khaat is a talented seer. If she thinks this woman is in trouble, more than likely, she's right."