The Ashan Report. File #1. March 12, 2221. Johnson Space Center, Huston.The explosions are getting louder, closer. The young girl, wearing a flowery, airy dress, holding her doll close to her chest, is lost and terrified in all the confusion; she’s crying, tears running down her cheeks, but no one seems to notice her. So many people running in panic around her, pushing each other in the chaos, the street full of them, yet no one notices her.
In the distance, her mother’s voice fades in and out of existence, covered by all the noise generated by the stampeding crowd, desperately screaming in a frantic panic. “Ayala! Ayala!”
But the little girl, frozen in panic, can’t reply. She’s lost in the middle of the street as everyone else is rushing by.
“Ayala! Where are you?”
The girl turns arou
