Chapter 4

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Her eyelids were clamped shut and they took a while to open. She could hear bustling around her, and Cody hoped it was Alexis, preparing dinner, and she was waking up from a dream on her sofa. She opened her eyes to see the girl going through the closet of the ship, and as she turned around, she saw that she was bleeding on her forehead.

"We crash landed into a barren land." Cody nodded. Right. Okay, so they had crash landed. Cody also had been shot with a laser beam. Her mouth was dry.

"Is there any water on the ship?" Cody knew the answer but it would only satisfy her to ask the question anyway.

"Yes, actually there was some left in a flask from the closet. It tastes really bad, but it's something." Cody tried not to gag. Be grateful, she told herself. As she took the flask and brought it to her lips, she stopped herself.

"You already drank it, right?" The girl nodded, and went back to rummaging in the closet. Cody never had tasted water like this. It was sour, but it was water, and her mouth didn't feel dry anymore. The girl came out with two more guns, two belts, and a knife from earlier, and placed it in front of Cody.

"I found these from the closet. They might be useful." Cody nodded again. She didn't know what to say. She had just met this girl, and the majority of the time she had been unconscious.

"So, what's your name?"

"Rena." Rena. Rena. That was Cody's mother's name. Rena.

"What's your name?" Cody could barely open her mouth.

"Co....Cody. My name is Cody." Rena's eyes widened. She opened her mouth, to close it, and to open it again.

"That's my mother's name." Cody was beginning to think something. Rena was too.

"You look like me."

"You look like my mother," Rena replied.

Cody closed her eyes. You're talking to your daughter. You're talking to your daughter. You're talking to your daughter. Cody opened her eyes.

"I time travelled."

"Can I call you mom, or call you by your name?" And with that, Cody sobbed and sobbed until her chest hurt, and her eyes were tired of crying.

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