She did not wake up right away. After the loud bang and the bright light, her eyes stayed closed. She could not hear anything afterwards. No brother screaming her name and an absence of cursing from the crude man ape. There was no thoughts intruding into her mind that belong to the man that she considered to be a father nor the panic prays that she knew would have come from the beautiful woman who had finally found her place in life.

Her body shivered from a chill that could be from the emptiness of mind or from the temperature of the surroundings. She stayed motionless, her mind trying to comprehend the situation. Equations and scenarios raced until she finally calmed herself. She came at of stop of two conclusions.

One, she was alone and two, she was currently alive.

Her eyelids felt heavy as if she had been drugged with the newest variation of sedatives that her brother shot her with in the earlier days of their fugitive phase. A thought crossed her mind that maybe she was drugged but it was dismissed. She knew what being drugged felt like after years of imprisonment- physically and mentally.

At first, she could only see a mixed of blurred colors. She could comprehend that what she saw was greens, blues, blacks, browns, and whites. Slowly, her eyes adjusted themselves to focus and with each blink, the images were clearing into trees, grass, woods, sky, and clouds.

Shock, she realized, had affected her it was dissipating from her body as her ears received murmurs, thoughts began to buzz into her mind, and feeling began to tingle onto her skin. In an instant, she shot up from her prone position and began to frantically view her surroundings.

Trees. Flowers. Sky. Clouds. Benches. Fountains.

A park, she realized, it was a park. How in ‘verse did she get from her homey, run down, ship in the Black to this shinny bit of a planet? And where was the rest of her family? Panic filled her mind and she began to hyperventilate. Rage, sorrow, and loneliness filled her heart until she felt the need to sc