Olivia was taken from the studio, to the spaceship, which was waiting on the roof. She was too tired, too worried, too drained of hope to struggle anymore, and just stayed limp in the alien's arms. She was pulled in through a door at the back of the ship, and then carried through a series of hallways. The ship was a lot bigger than she'd thought, and it was better designed than she expected. There were many, many hallways, making it easy to get lost in unless you knew your way. Lining the hallways were countless doors, leading to who knows what.
After many twists and turns, Olivia and the alien reached a door at the end of a hallway. As they approached, a scanner emerged from the wall. "Please ID yourself," the scanner said in a robotic voice. The alien help up it's hand, placed it against the scanner, and the next second, the door slid open.
"You'll be staying in here," the alien said, shoving Olivia into the room before walking away. The door slid closed, leaving no way for Olivia to get out. She turned away from the door, taking in the room. There were two small, metal twin beds in the corner, with thin sheets and a sterile, white pillow for each. There was a chair right beside each bed, and almost nothing else. The aliens hadn't left her any means of entertainment, and it seemed that if they didn't kill her, the boredom would. She wasn't sure why there were two beds, but she figured she'd find out soon enough.
Olivia scanned the walls to see if was anything that might be of use. She froze as she spotted a door on the wall to her left. After this registered in her mind, she ran to it, pulling on the knob to see what was behind it. It led to a simple bathroom, with a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Not even a shower, but then again, Olivia wouldn't have a change of clothes anyway. Olivia sighed and walked to the bed, sinking down on it. Knowing she might be there for a while, she laid down, staring blankly at the ceiling.
About half an hour later, Olivia heard the door opening again. She rolled off the bed, landing on her feet. "You've got a friend now," the alien said, cackling. It shoved a teary-eyed, stumbling Sarah into the room. Olivia caught her before she could fall, and kept one arm around her, as she was shaking violently, like always. "And some clothes." It tossed in two identical sets of clothes. They were crisp, white t-shirts and sweat pants. Olivia handed a pair to Sarah, then pointed to the bathroom.
"You can change in there, if you want," Olivia said.
"No, I'm a theatre kid, I'm comfortable with changing in front of people," Sarah responded, starting to tug off her jeans.
"But I'm not," Olivia muttered, turning away. She walked to the bathroom, shut the door, and changed. The clothes were much too big on her, and made her seem smaller than she was. She walked back out of the bathroom to find that Sarah had finished changing. The clothes were almost just as big on her as they were on Olivia.
"Bit big, huh?" Sarah said, pulling at the shirt.
"Exactly what I was just thinking," Olivia commented, laying back on her bed. Sarah stayed standing in the middle of the room.
"So, got any plans for getting out?" Sarah asked, looking at Olivia.
"Nope. It's pretty much entirely sealed off. No windows, the bathroom doesn't lead anywhere, there are no vents, and that door opens from the outside," Olivia said, closing her eyes.
"We could, uh... we could attack when he comes back?" Sarah suggested, walking over to sit on the edge of Olivia's bed.
"On a ship full of armed aliens, that isn't smart. Besides, there are too many hallways, we'd get lost if we did make it past him."
"No we wouldn't."
"Yes we would."
"No. I have a photographic memory. And I was watching the whole time he was bringing me here," Sarah said, crossing her arms.
"We'd get caught, there's one of them on every corner of this place."
"Not if we use the vents."
"I just told you, there are no vents."
"Yes. There's one just around the corner from this room," Sarah said, smiling as Olivia sat up.
"You've thought this through, haven't you?" Olivia asked, impressed.
"Not really, just considered the possibilities. I'm not one for coming up with whole plans, but I thought maybe you'd be able to."
"Yeah, I can. Just give me a few minutes," Olivia said, leaning against the wall. Sarah got up and went to sit on her own bed.
A few minutes later, Olivia looked up at Sarah. "I've got it."
"Well go ahead and tell me what we're going to do," Sarah said, grinning.
"So, once it comes, we attack, knock it out, whatever. After that, we sneak past, get around the corner without getting caught, sneak into the vent, then we have to find an exit. You try your best to translate the hallways into the vents so that we know. Once we do find an exit, we're going to have to get out of the vents, and hope we don't get caught on our way out. There's no saying where we'll get out at, within the city I mean, but we run, as far away as we can. I'm assuming they'll be here for a while, considering they've already been here for just over a month," Olivia said this all rather slowly, making sure Sarah caught every word.
"And if we get caught somewhere in the process?" Sarah asked, her forehead creased.
"Then we just hope we don't get killed."
