Chapter Thirteen:
This Shouldn't Take Too Long
Alayna wakes up face down on a beach of black sand. Death and resurrection, the Frankensteinian abilities she likes the least, though in this situation they are the most convenient. She picks her head up and wonders why she cannot catch her breath before realizing that planet on which she finds herself has no atmosphere. No need to find another way to die. Her last thought before passing out is that this shouldn't take very long. Sure enough, it doesn't.
