3.Dylan.
She stood in the doorway as the door closed behind her, surveying the room. To her right was a bunk, made up with a couple of blankets she was sure weren't of army issue, and a pillow. The height of luxury, she thought sardonically. Directly in front of her, and sited in front of a large window, were a desk and chair. A computer terminal was on the desk. She could lay in her bed and stare out at the stars as much as she liked. She loved the stars. In a strange way she found them calming, comforting even. At home she would often lay on her back halfway up the mountainside, staring up at them. To her right was a doorway. Poking her head through, she could see a shower, a toilet and washbasin. The head, she thought, smiling at the remembrance that had been dredged up from a long lost memory, culled from goodness knows where.
She dropped her pack on the bed, and tried out the pc terminal. Maybe she could find out a little about where here was. But she found to her dismay that she couldn't even turn it on! She turned back to the bed and decided to unpack her belongings. It didn't take long - a few clothes and a couple of dog-eared, well thumbed books. Not much to show for a life, she thought grimly. She almost laughed out loud. Life? What life, she wondered.
She sat on the bed and stared out at the stars. She'd found herself doing that a lot lately. Her stomach growled. Maybe she should take the Commodore up on his offer of dinner, she thought.
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She stood in the doorway as the door closed behind her, surveying the room. To her right was a bunk, made up with a couple of blankets she was sure weren't of army issue, and a pillow. The height of luxury, she thought sardonically. Directly in front of her, and sited in front of a large window, were a desk and chair. A computer terminal was on the desk. She could lay in her bed and stare out at the stars as much as she liked. She loved the stars. In a strange way she found them calming, comforting even. At home she would often lay on her back halfway up the mountainside, staring up at them. To her right was a doorway. Poking her head through, she could see a shower, a toilet and washbasin. The head, she thought, smiling at the remembrance that had been dredged up from a long lost memory, culled from goodness knows where.
She dropped her pack on the bed, and tried out the pc terminal. Maybe she could find out a little about where here was. But she found to her dismay that she couldn't even turn it on! She turned back to the bed and decided to unpack her belongings. It didn't take long - a few clothes and a couple of dog-eared, well thumbed books. Not much to show for a life, she thought grimly. She almost laughed out loud. Life? What life, she wondered.
She sat on the bed and stared out at the stars. She'd found herself doing that a lot lately. Her stomach growled. Maybe she should take the Commodore up on his offer of dinner, she thought.
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