Out of Bight, Out of Mind

Chapter Thirteen

The woman lay on the bunk and shivered despite the four blankets securely strapped around her. She had no idea how she’d gotten there, or where she was. Only that it was cold.

And she was scared.

Aaroncaphford. She had no idea what that meant.

She didn’t even know her own name.

There was very little food. She suspected she’d better not eat unless she had to. Water also seemed to be at a premium. She guessed she might be in space based on what she saw through the small ports and the fact that if she released the strap holding her down to the bunk, she and her blankets wanted to float off.

Why is it sooo cold?

Aaroncaphford.

Was that where she was from? Going? Her?

She closed her eyes again and prayed whatever was going to happen happened soon.

Aaroncaphford.