Awake
The nightmares were why Jack almost never got a decent night's sleep. Recently, of course, his nights were filled with visions of Gray, Owen, and Tosh, dying over and over in his arms, and over and over again he would wake-up in a cold sweat, sometimes yelling, sometimes not. This time, though, it was different. In the middle of his recurring dream, the dream he had been having night after night for months, there was something new. A voice, first a whisper, then a cry for help, calling his name. A voice he knew, somehow distant. And her eyes, questioning him, accusing. He hadn't protected her, he'd let her go when he could have saved her. Now, she was in his head, in his dream.
"Jack...Jack...help me...JACK!"
And Jack woke, sweating, cold, and alone in the dark, with his memories making him colder.
Ouch
It hurt. Bad.
Badly. Grammar.
Run. Quickly.
Tentatively, she touched the back of her head. A big sticky dress
Mess.
Blood. Pain. Double-vision -
Where was she? There were muffled sirens and what sounded like a woman's voice reciting numbers, and there seemed to be blood in her ears too, she couldn't hear clearly. She had a sudden thought that she had been running, that she should still be running from ... from ... something. She couldn't remember what, though. Someone must have hit her for that blood...
Her arm hurt. Someone had...injected her? That was it -
As her vision cleared, she managed to stumble along, leaning for support against a brick wall that seemed to be curved. It was so dark here. Was it night?
...That was it, they'd injected her, so she couldn't -
Her vision blurred again and in the darkness as she squeezed her eyes, she heard screams, growls, gunfire. She tried opening them again but all she could see was darkness. Another scream, and someone yelled her name, but somehow she knew she had to leave, to go, to ignore the voice crying out for her.
And she cried out for another...
Get out of this place, because it's filled with death.
The buzzing on her wristband juddered, stopped, then came back to life, stronger, so hot it burnt her skin. Things began to brush past her as she ran. Large mouths filled with pointed teeth and strange, leathery, balding heads.
- Running again.
She knew their names but she couldn't think. She was forgetting everything so quickly. So she just ran. The woman's voice was nearing the end of her countdown.
"Seven, six..." The girl was becoming faint and wanted to be sick as she pushed herself further, but she could see the familiar gold and red light, knew she hadn't managed to escape her fate.
And then she felt herself being pulled forwards into the light, and into her future.
"Three, two, one.
Transport initiated."