Memories flashed through her mind's eye, from her most recent, to all the way back to her original capture. Something strange happened, a wall seemed to be built around them for a second and then they disappeared from her view.
Suddenly she was awake, shivering on a bed in a cheap motel. She remembered now, she had run away from her adoptive parents and was looking for some work. That strange dream she'd had was quickly fading, so she got up and took a shower. The frighteningly real dream was just a shadow of a memory by the time she had dressed and braided her hair.
Alanna cut through the park, walking to a restaurant that she had seen a 'help wanted' sign taped in their window. After being turned down, she took a walk through the park taking a seat by a dark-haired man that happened to be there. "Hello Alanna." The man said, looking over at her. Alanna looked over at him in surprise. The man smelled faintly of hospital scents. "How do you know my name?" She asked; something about this man put her on edge.
"I know a lot more than your name. I'd like to offer you a job." Alanna's eyes narrowed, as she tried to read the man's mind. Her efforts were deflected, so she hid her surprise and waited for the man to continue. "If you care to accept, give us a call." He said, handing her a card as he got up. Alanna watched the man as he walked away, thinking about his offer.
When she got back to her room she found her door forced open, and the room stripped. Alanna just stared at her the room a moment longer, shocked, before she turned around and numbly walked back to the park.
Evening passed into dusk, and she went to a telephone booth. She pulled the card out of her pocket, looked at it again before she put some change in and dialed the number. "Genomex." Answered a woman's voice. Alanna didn't answer for a moment, taking a deep breath. "This is Alanna Phillips." She replied; feeling like she had just shut herself in a cage and the deadbolt was sliding home. "I'd like to speak to a Mr. Eckhart about a job."