Mad at Mouse Part 13

Nightmares. Lost souls. Death cries. Broken hearts. Vanished dreams. The earth torn apart. A cry in the night. A tear drops. So many dead or dying. Everyone is dying. I cannot stop it. Nothing I can do. Nothing.

I wake.

Birds sing, dawn breaks and I wonder how long I have been sleeping.

The sky is blue, the clouds are fluffy, the grass is too green and the sun is shining cheerfully enough that I wish it catches a cold.

There is a mirror in the room, and I catch sight of a stranger. There is a bit more colour in my cheeks now, and my hair is entirely black, as well as being long and straight. I’m still too pale, like all the colour has been washed out of me. I’m all stark lines and flat planes.

There are clothes laid out for me, and a bathroom attached to the room.

I expected to wake up in a cell or a med bay. This is something else altogether.

I don’t remember my eyes being that dark, but better black than pink or red I suppose.

I slip out. The door isn’t locked, there are no signs, no one stands guard.

My first stop is the library. Still there is no one to encounter. For a moment I wonder, but there are books to read, research to be done, and plans to be made.

My hand runs over a shelf of books, and a multitude of images enter my mind. There, and over there is another one.

I lose myself in the research.