Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, Emily woke up with a much clearer head. To her surprise, she’d slept well, much better than could be expected under the circumstances. Apparently, her subconscious mind wasn’t particularly bothered by the thought that aliens existed—or that she was being temporarily detained by one against her will.
Getting up, she put on the clothes Zaron had provided and used the facilities. Then she approached the wall, aware of an uneasy sensation in her stomach. Knocking on the wall, she waited, her fingers nervously twisting the soft material of her dress.
The wall in front of her dissolved, creating the entryway into the living room area. Zaron was standing on the other side.
“Good morning,” he said softly, looking at her. “I hope you got good sleep?”
“I did, t
