Loud
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Her room was too loud.
In fact, the whole damn ship was too loud.
She could hear the whirring of the air processors, the sound of laughter in the corridor, the rustle of sheets as she rolled over. Again.
It seemed strange, her preoccupation with the clamor. They had just spent two months in a place that emanated stillness from its very atoms. A place of utter solitude, where the only reminders of the world she once knew lay beneath the tangled branches of trees, dabbling in her vision as she walked along the paths that she alone had forged. It was a world that knew nothing of her, nothing of them, nothing of science and technology and starships. A world of wild, silent beauty. And yet, she'd never felt isolated.
Because after two years of being alone, suddenly she hadn't been, and for a few short days, she had been free, free of her burdens, her constraints, her inhibitions.
But now she was back on Voyager, and all the doubts and responsibilities and guilt were crowding into her head as if they belonged.
And her thoughts were far too loud for her to get any sleep.
The End