Alessa sat up and dropped her ethics book into her lap, a blistering pain surging through her head. The memory of losing Joe seemed to unleash a floodgate.
Alessa's vision swam as the rest of her memories finally came back in a rush of images and sounds and emotions. An odd stitching sensation surged through her head, like thousands of tiny needles weaving in and out of her brain, pulling her neurons back into place with a firm and unwavering hand. The pain was searing.
Alessa fought through it and placed the book to the side as gently as she could, struggling not to attract the producers' attention. She curled up under the blanket, hoping that the production team would interpret her actions as boredom with her studies. Once safely under the covers, she pressed her hands to her temp
