Her eyes opened.
They moved back and forth, looking at the ceiling and the walls around her. She recognized the room. The one provided for her in Autumn.
She felt movement on her arms, he was doing something. It was tight, a bandage? He pulled something off of her finger, and something else from her arm.
“Alice, come on,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, there’s no time for acclamation. We gotta go, now.”
Alice reached her hand to her mouth and found an oxygen mask strapped to her face. She pulled it off and tried to sit up but felt dizzy.
“Whoa… shit,” the man cursed.
He licked his lips nervously, looking back towards the door every couple of seconds.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re dizzy. You just woke up from a long nap, but we gotta get you out now.”
Alice furrowed her brows as she stared at the man. He looked familiar with the dark beard and tattoos on his neck… but she couldn’t remember his name.
