Amelia woke slowly as the murmur of voices penetrated the strange thickness that held her body immobile. As consciousness returned, with it came little flashes of memory that made no sense. Faces. Voices. People who seemed to know her, but when she tried to bring them into focus, turned away from her, vanishing into the gray mist that pressed in on her from all sides.
Despite her inability to move, she felt the sensation of movement. It was cold for a space, then warm again. Movement ceased. She was lying on something. Something that gave a bit underneath her and was scratchy against her skin. The voices grew louder, but she still couldn’t sort out words. After a struggle, she managed to open her eyes long enough to see she was in a cabin. Luke? She tried to say his name. Let him know she
