Lost on Titan

{Part 6}

~Videl~

Videl was lucky the first door she tried - the one on the left side of the living room - was a bathroom. She didn't struggle for too  long trying to figure out the controls to work the shower. Once she was done, Videl was feeling brave enough to venture to the bedroom in search of fresh clothes. She decided to try one of the doors on the right side of the living room, and when she walked up to it, it opened as if controlled by a motion sensor, rather than a laser scanner - just like the bathroom had - and inside she saw a bed fit for a princess with an ornate, white bed frame and a canopy with curtains of pink tulle draping over it, like a shield from the outside world. She noticed another bathroom in this bedroom, with a bathtub instead of a shower, and again, she wondered how a Starship could be so vast that she could have a private bathroom, as well as one that must have been for guests. The walls were bare, except for a mirror on one wall, and a framed picture near the bed of what Videl assumed was the old  Videl's family she no longer had. A tall, stern man, with golden eyes like hers, stood next to a petite, dark-haired woman who cradled a baby girl in her arms. The woman's smile was so warm and infectious, Videl found herself smiling back at her. She blinked slowly, remembering why she came to this room in the first place, and she turned her gaze on a white wardrobe to the left side of the room, and then the matching white dresser on the right side of the room. She chose the wardrobe first, and was pleased to see it filled with dresses that were hung from hangers. Videl hesitantly pulled one out that was a shimmering silver color. Like Kane's eyes. . .

Blushing, Videl shoved it back in place and closed the wardrobe. Maybe there was something more suitable in the dresser, she thought. The dresses seemed like they were for special occasions, and appeared to be used very little. She went to the dresser, and chose a drawer at random. Inside the drawer was casual-wear: T-shirts, sweatpants, shorts, and tank tops. She pulled out a small, yellow tank top - the color of it alone making her feel happy, like it was a little piece of sunshine on a dreary day. Then, she picked a pair of baby blue sweatpants. She sat them on the top of the dresser which was covered with all kind of things (bottles of perfume, unopened make-up products still wrapped in plastic packaging, and little trinkets that might have been toys or just decoration) - taking care to not knock anything out of place. Then she opened one of the smaller drawers to find underwear, bras, and socks. Another blush rose on her cheeks, feeling like she was going through someone else's unmentionables, but she grabbed some to wear anyway, since she couldn't do without them. After she had successfully put on the clothes (the hardest of which to manage was the bra, by far) she left the bedroom, feeling dreadfully parched. 

The kitchen light responded to her voice command when she dared to enter, and she noticed a miniature dining area to one side of the room, and to the other side, there appeared to be an adjoining tiny laundry room. She went right for the refrigerator and opened it up, ignoring the feeling that she was rifling through someone else's things again. Inside it was only neatly arranged rows of water bottles, strangely enough. But she was thirsty, so she took one and gulped down the contents, gratefully, not bothering to wonder why there was no food. And deciding she had put it off long enough, she thumbed her wristband to open her holo-menu.

The digital clock read just past 8 a.m. which seemed like a reasonable enough time to call someone. With only a mild sense of trepidation, she opened her contact list. There were only three names, which Videl thought seemed a little less than how many she would expect someone to have. Two of the names she recognized - Dr. Sharp and Sienna. But there was also a contact named Risa, and Videl wondered if that was another friend of hers she had no memory of. With a frown, she decided to focus on contacting the friend she'd already met, and selected Sienna's name. She would worry about whoever Risa was, later. She tapped the call  icon floating in the air in front of her, still not understanding how something that seemed so insubstantial could respond to her touch.