"Hey, I just got an email from one of the labs that I contacted earlier." Jeremy said as he approached Peia, who was writing on her laptop. "They have a spot available for us to come and meet with them today, do you want to go?"
"Absolutely." She replied, closing down her laptop, before getting up to get her shoes off the shoe rack and collecting the box of clothes off the coffee table. "Let's go."
The incessant rattle of her cell door made Penelope think that one of the torture methods that Drobi had sanctioned was to wake prisoners from their dreams. Weakly, she took the meal that she had been handed and ate it. How long had she been here? How many days had passed in the human realm? She could barely remember who she was, and why she was there, let alone keep a count of the days that had passed.
