The Lone Survivor

Home base

"Casey, your landing was rough, medics want to see to you immediately."

"She isn't used to this concentration of oxygen, we need to isolate her until she can safely return to normal oxygen levels."

"Casey's pod has technology no one's ever seen before. Didn't they say there was unexpected damage to their pod a few years in?"

"She spent so long in isolation, when she wakes up... We don't know how she'll react to being around people again."

"Lieutenant, we'll need a report on the deaths of the rest of the crew on Pluto's Mission." " In due time, let her rest."

Everything hurt, it was too warm.

"She moved," a feminine voice cut the silence, it wasn't familiar,

"I'll get Merka," masculine, unfamiliar.

Where am I? I was firmly pressed into something soft. I willed my eyes to open, for a few seconds they refused, but gave way to a too bright light in a perfectly white room.

"Welcome back," the feminine voice was back, and a woman came to stand above me, "We know this might be overwhelming, but we are trying to accommodate you back to normality," There was something about her that I couldn't name that made me not trust her, something in her voice.

"When you are able, we have provided you with clean clothes and a shower," Oh, great, "We recommend you clean yourself up," what a nice way of saying I smell like shit.

"A woman named Ilia will be here in an hour to escort you to the conference room." she left, I became aware that I had sat up at some point. So much for 'when you are able' I only have an hour. How long was an hour? Sixty minutes? Or was it seventy? How long was a minute? I pushed off the bed - I was on Earth, gravity was what held me to the bed.

Well that made too much sense.

If I used my brain I'd be dangerous, Dum-dum.

I smiled to myself, I enjoyed that nickname. As I analyzed the room I found it hard to remember my name - my english name.

The room was massive compared to my four-by-six pod, a small bed, two chairs, a small round table with a blank notepad, and a door to what I could only assume was where the shower was. Everything in this room was a faded shade of nothing, all of it white or light grey. It hurt to look at.

I might as well shower.

I stood in the shower, nothing was on. How...? These handles were confusing. One was red, the other was blue, I knew this was important, but I didn't know why. Surely it would be fine if I turned them, but what if there was a gas leak and the alcohol - that didn't happen here, I would be fine.

Ilia was sitting on one of the chairs when I left the shower. She was stunning to look at, her black hair twisted away from her face, her eyes flicked to me.

"You're staring at me," her guard was up,

"Sorry," Gods human body language was hard.

"There's a pair of shoes for you here," She gestured to the foot of the bed and looked back to the wall,

"Thanks,"

"Lets go,"

Two things, first was that Ilia was beautiful, second was that I don't think she liked me... Which wasn't what I wanted.