She hears the pounding of boots on the wooden dock, and before she can explain – before she can tell them that she is the one who called – someone slips an evac hood over her head, but backwards, and she is blind.
Dany screams, kicks, scratches – but it’s too late.
She feels the prick of a needle, and time is a suitcase that opens in her mind. Time is a suitcase brimming with soft silk scarves and she is standing alone in a room filled with light, and holding one scarf and then another up in her hand as the wind catches the soft fabric, blowing softly, a world of light and water.
