The Meeting
We start as we make our way to a generic store where about 20 of us will meet to discuss combating addictions or crime in the area. Those who I recognize are my brother Sean and the 2 sister missionaries Sister Occleshaw and Sister Manning (from the Clearwater Ward). When we get there I've got an armful of stuff, so I make may way in find an open spot on the floor and put everything down. I hear a commotion outside, so I go check it out.
The Attack
When I get outside I see Sister Occleshaw in distress, crying about how someone was trying to steal her pants. Concerned for her safety and worried it might have been some sexual attack I along with Sister Manning helped get her home. On the way back her attacker again appeared. It was a woman, completely nude, almost demonic and once again was trying to take off Sister Occleshaw's pants (After pondering, perhaps could be an attack on Chastity, not so much that the woman wanted Sister Occleshaw's pants to cover herself up, but rather to take away). Instantly I lunge for the woman and tell Sister Manning and Sister Occleshaw to get to safety. The woman puts up a struggle, but physically I am fairly easily able to pin her down. She then starts screaming "Virgin!" like an insult or verbal attack..
The Containment
Somehow we were able to contain the woman as a sort of goo in a container, but we still couldn't get rid of it. We did experiments and the goo would form a hand whenever Sister Occleshaw was near, pat her head, then tap her shoulder. Even though it seemed harmless (somehow, despite what we just went through) we were afraid of what it might do as a 3rd action. Every time we open the container near Sister Occleshaw, a pat, then a tap, until I let it proceed and it reaches out with a strong electric charge. I quickly redirect the goo with my hand into the container, close it, and throw it in a garbage can, seemingly killing it.
The Memory
We then pan to 4 of us at a small table some time in the future. Sister Manning I think with her husband, Sister Occleshaw, and I. Sister Occleshaw's still so grateful for what I did to protect her, and I happily say it was well worth it for a numb pinky for the rest of my life and some scarring. She give me a great big hug and we continue talking, eating, and reminiscing about that crazy day.