Willow
I expected to wake up and be right back where I started; n***d, cold, lying on the floor with an energy barrier trapping me inside a cell not much bigger than a large bathtub.
Instead, I was on a bed. The blanket under my cheek was soft and warm.
I wiggled my toes. No boots, but my uniform was still in place. I wasn’t n***d.
Headache reduced to a dull roar.
Had it all been a nightmare? Was seeing Nexus 5 just a bad dream? I’d dreamed of Nexus 5 so often, especially in the months immediately following my rescue, that for a time I’d had to fight to determine what was real and what was not.
I rolled over and blinked a few times to clear my vision. The bed I was on was big enough for several people. I was like a single pea in the center of a large pod. Everything was blue, shades
