She was cold.
That was enough to make her eyes snap open. It had been so long since she'd felt anything at all - she thought she simply couldn't anymore.
She was most definitely cold, though. It seeped from the floor, through hr clothes, seeming to take up permanent residence in her bones. She began to shake the movement beginning in her shoulders and taking over the rest of her body.
It took her a good deal longer to notice anything else - like the fact that she was alone. Not just in the room, either. There was a quiet inside of her that she hadn't felt since before the nanites invaded her body, and a surge of hope coursed through her veins. Digging deeper, she felt around for the alien presence, but it wasn't there.
They were finally gone.
The cold slowly subsided, and she pushed herself to her knees, the room spinning just a little. Her memories were jagged, and there were some missing, but one image weighed heavily before her eyes. A familiar face, whose eyes had been an anchor for her in the worst of times. They were pained now, haunted. But she could remember better times.
Her legs were shaky, but they held, and she turned toward the door. She may have been alone, but she had a home, and she thought that maybe now she could finally find her way back there.
She walked out and never looked back.