What a question that was. "I do not know," she admitted, the wildness in her eyes at severe odds with the measured, almost stilted way she spoke. She had not spoken in a long time and memory only served one so well when it came to being what one was not. Her breathing remained ragged and she didn't move from the wall, unfazed by Dukat's actions. Him holding the firearm made no difference, not when she was so close to damaging herself. Her cheeks burned beneath the welts left from her nails. "I do not know. I was flying and then there was darkness. That is all I can recall."