You can look outside your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
-Counting Crows - A Murder of One
The light faded in and out, and Katrina was not sure how long she was down for the count. She could hear vauge noises, and she felt like she had a mouth full of dust and ash. Her eyes opened and Katrina looked around. She had no idea where she was, but wherever it was, nobody had been there in years. Katrina tried to sit up and the world spun around her. Her stomach lurched, but she managed to keep the ramen down.
~Where am I? What is going on?~ Katrina thought franticly.
She stood up only to fall again as she tripped over something wrapped around her foot. Katrina looked down, shock enveloping her mind, as she saw her backpack strap twisted around her ankle. She untangled the bag and threw it over her shoulder as she took in her new surroundings. There was a table in the center of the room, dishes were still spread out on it like dinner was being served, but an inch of dust at least covered everything. Weird appliances covered the counter surfaces and she didn't know what any of them were. It was hot here, about as hot as August in Louisiana, but without the humidity. Katrina stepped out what she hoped was the front door, and made her way outside.
For as far as she could see, desert streched out before her. Katrina was so confused and shocked she dropped to her knees in the hot sand. If she had thought it was hot before, it was nothing compared to out here. Katrina opened her backpack and pulled out the bottle of water that she kept in there for walking around campus. She took a small drink out of the almost full bottle before recapping it and putting it back in her bag. Katrina stood back up and shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun as she looked around. Katrina started to hyperventilate as she immediatly corrected myself, not sun, but suns! There were two, in a desert, and a little round hut looking house that was deserted. Her mind reelled and she fell into oblivion for the second time that day.
Faces floated above her and spoke as if underwater. Katrina could understand some of it, but most sounded as if it were an entirely diffrent language.
"Are you ok? Girl, can you hear me?" A man spoke. "It's no use, we better find help"
"What would she be doing out here?" another man asked.
"Who knows... we'll have to ask her if and when she comes around."
"She doesn't look good. How long do you suppose she's been out here?"
The voices faded as the darkness reclaimed her mind. What seemed like minutes later Katrina was laying on a bed in a room, someone was rubbing a soothing gel on her burning face as her eyes fluttered open. She tried to ask where she was, but her throat was dry and cracked, and all she could manage was a weak cough.
"Oh! You're awake!" a startled woman's voice said. "Good, I'll get the healer."
Katrina was dizzy, but she opened her eyes and took a look around. The sights that greeted her were beyond her wildest dreams. There was what looked like a bacta tank in the corner, and a 2-1b droid working across the way. A gaunt old man walked over to her and seemed to be checking the machinery around her.
"Where am I?" Katrina was shocked at the rough scratchy quality of her voice.
"Mos Eisley, you are in the clinic." He replied still not looking at her.
When he finally seemed satisfied with whatever the machines were telling him, he turned back to her.
"Now, what were you doing out in the dune sea, alone and improperly dressed." He glanced down at her odd clothing and shook his head.
"I.. I.. I don't know..." Shock was taking back over and Katrina's brain stopped grasping for straws and went numb.
"Well, where is you're family, girl?"
"I don't have one...." Katrina gave the answer she had trained herself over the years to reply. Her family hadn't cared when she left home at fifteen and wouldn't care that she had gotten sucked into an altrinate demension where her favorite stories were truth.
"An orphan?" The healer suddenly looked very tierd. "I suppose you don't have any credits either?" At her blank look, the man snorted in disgust. "What do people think? We run a charity or something here?"
He walked off angrily, and Katrina got a strong fealing of foreboding. She stood up and gripped the side of the bed as a wave of dizziness overtook her. The nurse looked over, and hurried to help her.
"Don't over do it. Sunstroke around here is a very serious thing."
Katrina allowed herself to be helped back onto the bed and the nurse handed her a glass of some greenish looking liquid. Katrina never felt as trapped as she did laying there in that bed. She drank some of the liquid the nurse gave her, suprisingly it tasted like juice of somesort. Shortly before dropping off into a hazy sleep, Katrina mumbled, "I got a bad feeling about this."
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To be continued.....
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
-Counting Crows - A Murder of One
The light faded in and out, and Katrina was not sure how long she was down for the count. She could hear vauge noises, and she felt like she had a mouth full of dust and ash. Her eyes opened and Katrina looked around. She had no idea where she was, but wherever it was, nobody had been there in years. Katrina tried to sit up and the world spun around her. Her stomach lurched, but she managed to keep the ramen down.
~Where am I? What is going on?~ Katrina thought franticly.
She stood up only to fall again as she tripped over something wrapped around her foot. Katrina looked down, shock enveloping her mind, as she saw her backpack strap twisted around her ankle. She untangled the bag and threw it over her shoulder as she took in her new surroundings. There was a table in the center of the room, dishes were still spread out on it like dinner was being served, but an inch of dust at least covered everything. Weird appliances covered the counter surfaces and she didn't know what any of them were. It was hot here, about as hot as August in Louisiana, but without the humidity. Katrina stepped out what she hoped was the front door, and made her way outside.
For as far as she could see, desert streched out before her. Katrina was so confused and shocked she dropped to her knees in the hot sand. If she had thought it was hot before, it was nothing compared to out here. Katrina opened her backpack and pulled out the bottle of water that she kept in there for walking around campus. She took a small drink out of the almost full bottle before recapping it and putting it back in her bag. Katrina stood back up and shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun as she looked around. Katrina started to hyperventilate as she immediatly corrected myself, not sun, but suns! There were two, in a desert, and a little round hut looking house that was deserted. Her mind reelled and she fell into oblivion for the second time that day.
Faces floated above her and spoke as if underwater. Katrina could understand some of it, but most sounded as if it were an entirely diffrent language.
"Are you ok? Girl, can you hear me?" A man spoke. "It's no use, we better find help"
"What would she be doing out here?" another man asked.
"Who knows... we'll have to ask her if and when she comes around."
"She doesn't look good. How long do you suppose she's been out here?"
The voices faded as the darkness reclaimed her mind. What seemed like minutes later Katrina was laying on a bed in a room, someone was rubbing a soothing gel on her burning face as her eyes fluttered open. She tried to ask where she was, but her throat was dry and cracked, and all she could manage was a weak cough.
"Oh! You're awake!" a startled woman's voice said. "Good, I'll get the healer."
Katrina was dizzy, but she opened her eyes and took a look around. The sights that greeted her were beyond her wildest dreams. There was what looked like a bacta tank in the corner, and a 2-1b droid working across the way. A gaunt old man walked over to her and seemed to be checking the machinery around her.
"Where am I?" Katrina was shocked at the rough scratchy quality of her voice.
"Mos Eisley, you are in the clinic." He replied still not looking at her.
When he finally seemed satisfied with whatever the machines were telling him, he turned back to her.
"Now, what were you doing out in the dune sea, alone and improperly dressed." He glanced down at her odd clothing and shook his head.
"I.. I.. I don't know..." Shock was taking back over and Katrina's brain stopped grasping for straws and went numb.
"Well, where is you're family, girl?"
"I don't have one...." Katrina gave the answer she had trained herself over the years to reply. Her family hadn't cared when she left home at fifteen and wouldn't care that she had gotten sucked into an altrinate demension where her favorite stories were truth.
"An orphan?" The healer suddenly looked very tierd. "I suppose you don't have any credits either?" At her blank look, the man snorted in disgust. "What do people think? We run a charity or something here?"
He walked off angrily, and Katrina got a strong fealing of foreboding. She stood up and gripped the side of the bed as a wave of dizziness overtook her. The nurse looked over, and hurried to help her.
"Don't over do it. Sunstroke around here is a very serious thing."
Katrina allowed herself to be helped back onto the bed and the nurse handed her a glass of some greenish looking liquid. Katrina never felt as trapped as she did laying there in that bed. She drank some of the liquid the nurse gave her, suprisingly it tasted like juice of somesort. Shortly before dropping off into a hazy sleep, Katrina mumbled, "I got a bad feeling about this."
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To be continued.....