It was cold. Janice tried to look around, but could see nothing through the darkness. Out of instinct, she reached for her phaser, but she didn't have one. Her communicator was absent as well. She was alone. Or she thought she was alone. There was a crash followed by what sounded like a cascade of rock. She dove to the side, trying to avoid being hit, but to no avail.
A cruel laugh echoed around her. Janice frowned. She knew that sound. She recognized the face when a figure appeared before her a moment later. "Gary Mitchell," she mouthed. "How?"
He smirked and another barrage of rocks tumbled down, completely burying her, suffocating her.
Janice woke up gasping and screaming.
Torture, prompted by Ebony Starstorm. I realize that 'torture' isn't really a feature of the drabble, but I guess you could say Janice is being tortured by nightmares of Gary Mitchell. ;)