She woke to...
"Good Morning," he said in a language she had never heard,
but somehow understood.
She blinked and stared at him.
He helped her off the table and into a chair, and gave her a bowl of
green "slop", and a slice of brown, spongy
"something." He showed her how to eat it ripping a corner
off the "something" and dipping it into the slop.
Something inside her, the Force?, told her it was okay to eat. It
tasted better than it looked. She ate all of it.
He asked her, "What were you doing way out here without an
escort, don't you know how dangerous it is out there with the. .
.
a bright light in her eyes, she felt the cold metal of a table below
her. A man in a white coat was sitting beside her writing on a chart
of some sort.
