Pamela Drummond is a hunter of the Hermit Creed.
Overview[]
Pamela is a nice young lady who's been flung headfirst into several things that nice young ladies shouldn't have to cope with. The first was an encounter with monstrous beings, disguised as beautiful women at a party. The second is the mental-health industry.
The well-meaning but utterly naive Dr. Wu convinced her to doubt the reality of what she had seen and experienced, but at the same time the Messengers were insistent that they were real.
Pamela finally decided to rest her private hypothesis by sending a letter to Paul Ferrie - a co-worker imbued at the same time - containing a message in hunter code. She showed the letter to Wu, and he couldn't understand the important part, but Paul understood completely and called her to reassure her that what she had seen was very, very real.
Pamela still wasn't sure thar the madness was in the world and not her own mind. She had to find out, so she contacted Ferrie again in the same fashion and arranged her own escape.
Unfortunately for Pamela, being around Ferrie and his fellow hunters proved intolerable to her, but they refused to take her problems with "noise" seriously. Pursued by "tumors" while being held close by her own partners, Pamela was perhaps lucky that the police caught her first.
She is no longer held at the institution where Wu still works. She is incarcerated at a secure facility for the criminally insane. They keep her on tranquilizers and anti-psychotics 25 hours a day.
Wu stopped visiting her after she confronted him with what the voices thought of him. He rationalized the experience as "losing his objectivity" in the case. It's possible that he even consciously believes that - or tries to convince himself as much. But on some fundamental level, Wu has seen the truth and has been change.
Alone in her cell, Pamela finds some peace from the Messengers but only torment in her inability to get out and change a world that needs her desperately. Only one thing keeps her from utter despair. One of her guards came by a week ago with a small symbol written on a matchbook. As he walked toward her cell he was accompanied by a growing swell of voices speaking of him, around him, about him. She breathed on her window and drew a symbol. He nodded as he went by.
References[]
- HTR: Hunter Book: Hermit, p. 25-26, 29-33, 38-40, 42, 44-48, 51, 54-57, 59-60, 65-66, 68-73, 102-103
