Anton grabbed ahold of Shaylee and tried to awake her by shaking her gently. "Shaylee wake up! They're trying to take you away from me! Do let them do it. Please don't leave me here all alone. I can't.... I can't be left behind again. I thought we were friends? Why would you want to leave me? You promised you wouldn't. " He sobbed piteously.
Shaylee 'woke' in her mind, looking tirdly to Anton. "Anton?" She asked and glanced around, still seeing herself in that blank room "who? I'm not leaving you." She said, reaching over for his hand. "I can't stay awake Anton."
Asclepius twitched as another thread was severed, but the grip on her mind, though slipping, wouldn't release. "What is it?" He murmured as he took a breather for a moment. He adjusted the various crystals. He wasn't particularly psychic, so he couldn't look into her mind itself, just feel the magic spell rooted there. "Is there a witch, sorcerer or other spellcaster, one with psychic abilities?" Asked Asclepius. He braced himself, preparing to start again. "She may need help to escape whatever maze she is trapped in." He turned to continue the healing spell, stripping away layers of restraints, suggestions, blocks... Some of these blocks were a different color than the black ones. Things hidden were being released. Shaylee arched suddenly. Asclepius stopped. After releasing the blocks, she had started seizing. He held her down until the seizure stopped. He would need a psychic to guide him any further.