Smoke rose from the crater, swirling in the late night breeze. Insects and lizards began to chirp once more breaking the deep nights silence. Subtle shifts in the rock belied the strenuous movements below until a bloody hand shot into the air. The muscles exposed to the air cringed at the new form of pain, but more was to come. Clawing at its surroundings tearing away its flesh almost as fast as it grew, the hand shifted the rubble to reveal a bloody skull, its brain visible where the head had been sliced open by jagged glass and twisted metal.

A second skeletal hand emerged and helped dig away the rock in front of the face. A face which gasped for air as soon as it was available. A face of utter terror, horror, and confusion. It looked into the sky with its remaining left eye trying to calm down and map the heavens.

This period of calm allowed the hands and head a moment to recuperate, slowly expelling foreign matter as the line of regeneration advanced. When it reached her missing bone the healing slowed to a crawl; bone, muscle, and skin all growing at once. As it rebuilt her eye socket it remained hollow until the surrounding structure was all complete, then a blue eye filled in the hole. Finally able to see with both eyes as her nervous system synced up the new tissue she took a deep breath, or as deep as she could with her chest still mostly crushed under bloody rock and dirt.

With fully healed hands she grabbed a somewhat triangular piece of cooled metal and started to dig herself out of the pit. It was hard work, her arms not being at the best angles, unable to take full breaths, but after what felt like days of digging, exposing wounds, healing, and digging further, she saw that her hips were crushed and buried beyond retrieval.

Gritting her teeth she took the crude shovel and started to sever her own spine below her rib cage. It fought back, focusing all her bodies healing on such a vital part of her body, but with considerable effort she was eventually able to pull her upper torso out of her grave. Without all the rock and dirt in the way her lower body began to grow back as she clawed her way up the sides of the crater. By the time she crested the nearest lip she could tell it would only be a matter of moments before she would be able to sit up on her own butt cheeks.

She sat herself up as soon as she was able, swiveled and saw as various lizards and rodents fought each other for the right to eat the rest of her exposed remains where she had been attached only minutes before.

The stars were unfamiliar to her, as were the animals, but this wasn't a surprise. It wasn't the first new world she had visited, but at the moment she couldn't really remember any of the others. It would only be a matter of time before those memories grew back as well. Its not every day half your brain is lopped off by your own canopy during a failed atmospheric entry.

She felt around in her remaining pockets to see if any of her equipment had survived. But all she could find was a protein bar and the crushed circuitry of what was once her surface to orbit radio. She figured tasting the bar would at least help things seem normal, despite not actually needing the protein. Why did she even carry it around, she wondered. Was it just standard issue for a stolen uniform or had she deliberately placed it in her shoulder pocket?

She had only finished half of it before she saw her reflection in the silvery wrapper. She looked terrible. Aside from all the blood and dirt her new hair had grown in as a fine blond, and the new blue orb didn't match the green one in the other socket. The fine blond hair clashed with her coarser dark red hair. On top of that, given the poor light she couldn't tell if her new skin was a different shade of peach than her old skin or if it was just stained from blood, dirt, and radiation burns.

She stood experimentally on her new legs and felt shorter. Her breasts felt closer to their original size than they had before the crash. While examining her body she fell over as her chest suddenly heaved. The portion of her brain which controlled her hearts had regrown and started them both simultaneously. Shocked and relieved she stood back up and walked off into the night.

She looked whole as she walked, but the most delicate organ was still healing inside. She couldn't remember why she had come to this world, but she knew it had something to do with an assassination in two weeks. She hoped her brain would regrow that area soon enough for her to know if she was preforming the assassination, or stopping one.

She wondered what her name was, how did people even organize names? She realized that on this world it would be personal name followed by fathers personal name. On this world she was still Jenny Doctor.