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Post by Bee on Mar 3, 2011 0:47:02 GMT -5
Everything came slowly. She opened her eyes by tiny fractions. She processed her surroundings in increments, though the features of the cavelike shade meant nothing to her. She realized, slowly, that she had no idea who she was or what she was doing here. There were smears of memory and personality, however. She did not overreact. She did not, in fact, react at all. Something in her brain told her she could deal quietly and efficiently with anything. There was no need express fear or concern or anything at all.
She turned her head and saw a young man she felt she should recognize. She felt it was a good sign that he looked familiar. He did not feel threatening. He appeared, in fact, to be watching her. His name was on the tip of her tongue.
What didn't come to her slowly was the hunger. It was a punch to her entire body, aching and hollow, like she had been starving to death. That made her sit up, eyes darting around for something she might devour. It was unbearable. She locked eyes with the young man. She said, with tranquil solemnity, "Food, please."
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