Captain Sirel stirred slowly. A soft murmur escaped from her lips as she felt the hard ground beneath her body. “Where am I?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Some place,” Nordaal spoke in the same hushed tone.
“How long have we been ‘some place’?”
“One or two sunsets,” he reached up and scratched his head. “I dink?”
The Captain maneuvered her aching body carefully into a sitting position. “Two days?” Sluggishly, she drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them with sore arms.
The view in front of her was of a forest harboring trees with no leaves and a strange-looking fence that ran as far as she could see. It appeared to be old and made of thin strings of iron twisted together to form little square grids. A piece of the fence, directly in front of her, was missing as if it h
