I woke up the next morning to feel Avea shaking me awake.
"C'mon, gettup gettup, we have plenty of things to have finished before the end of today."
I force my eyelids open.
"What kind of things?"
"Well, we need to move you to your living quarters, and we have to go to our chosen meeting." She replies. I agree to get ready and meet her in the hall a top of 5.
When I open the door to the open hallway, I realize that I never remembered going through that door, or coming to Avalon at all. My memories are a jumble. I can remember before, Sheq, Quinn and I sitting in my bedroom late at night. But I cannot remember past that point. I start to get angry with myself. Why can't I remember! I slam my head in the door, but instead, it falls into comforting hands.
"Torra, listen" Avea says "I feel your pain, you cannot remember getting here."
"H-how d-did you know" I ask, angrily.
"Well, for me I remember getting here, but not much of my past right away. The memories will come back to you." She promises.
It is a bright sunny day, something I didn't notice from inside the medical bay. Avalon is truly, beautiful. There are people walking about. Some training, for who knows what. When we reach the chosen area, Avea asks me to pick which living quarters I want. I chuckle because they are all the same. She leads my to a vacant one.
"Mine is right there" Avea points to an identical one straight across from mine.
"Great!" I say cheerfully "we're close!"
I step inside my new living quarters. It is anything less than comforting. White walls white carpet white couch white bed white bathroom.
"Weak, huh." Avea says. I nod in agreement.
"Most of the ones who've been here longer have made their living quarters more, lively." She states. "Rowan's living quarters are great. He has paintings and stuff on the walls. It's much more comfortable than trying to live in a white box, like this. But I assume you'll spend most of your time outside, like all the people around here."
"Did you have a family back in the other world" she asks
"Yes" I reply, "I had a mother and not father who got divorced after their first child, who died when she was 10. My mother then had me and my younger sister, ideana."
"Oh. I'm sorry" she replies. And I know she means it.
