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good filtering system. Either that or aliens didn't do things the same way as they did on Earth. Maybe they didn't drink or smoke at all. But then if they didn't, why did they need a bar?
    Mikayla sighed, wondering if maybe she wasn't losing her mind, and returned her attention to her surroundings, desperate to try and keep her calm so she could find a way home.
    Off to her right was a bathroom, although, except for the huge tub, it didn't look like any bathroom she had ever seen. In the middle of the room sat a full-size bed, and on the long wall to the left stood a small dresser with three drawers. Above the bed where the headboard should have been was a small window the same width as the mattress. Mikayla climbed onto the bed and looked out at Earth.
    This all seemed so unreal to her. Never in her life did she imagine she would be in a ship orbiting the planet. Closing her eyes with a sigh, she put her forehead to the glass. Her hands shook slightly as she brushed her hair away from her face. A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed hard to get rid of it.
    She couldn ' t let herself fall apart. She had to stay calm and think. If she gave into her fear, she would lose the only control she had. She couldn't let them see how upset she was, or how scared. One thing she learned from her years with an abusive boyfriend -- never let him see your fear.
    She thought about her mother and wondered if she was okay. Did Krista make it there all right and let her mother know what happened to her? They were both probably worried to death. She would have to keep her eyes open and pay attention.
    Surely, a way home would soon present itself.
    Lowering herself to the mattress, she covered up with several of the blankets folded at the foot of the bed. It must be fifty degrees in here, she thought. Sleep didn ' t come right away. Her mind kept racing, thinking about the bar, her mother, and surprisingly the man she had run into earlier. He was gorgeous, and she would bet everything she owned that he knew it.
    She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. This ship was so big, she would probably never see him again, which considering the way she'd felt when he looked at her with those gray eyes of his was probably a good thing.
    Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep.

     

Chapter Four
    Mikayla awoke to the sound of someone in the room. At first, she thought she was at her mother's and she was coming in to wake her. The relief it had all been a dream quickly faded when she opened her eyes and saw Agnus standing over her.
    A bony finger pointed to the foot of the bed. “There is a uniform that should fit.
    You will be expected to wear it at all times. Take a shower, get dressed, do whatever else you need, and then meet me downstairs in one hour. Everything you should need is in the bathroom. If you require something else, let Celine know and she will get it for you.”
    As he walked out the door, Mikayla looked at her watch. It was almost eleven, by her time anyway. She had no idea what time it was by their standards. She stood at the foot of the bed and picked up the uniform to get a better look at it.
    “You've got to be kidding me,” she mumbled aloud. Throwing the uniform back on the bed, she rolled her eyes and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
     
     
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    Mikayla looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. The uniform fit her perfectly, unfortunately. Even with all these clothes on, she'd never felt more naked. The black pants were made out of a spandex-type material and fit her like a glove, starting at just below her belly button. The black lace top crisscrossed over her chest, forming a V-shaped neckline that showed more cleavage and stomach than she was comfortable with. The long sleeves were tight until they flared out into a bell shape at the wrists. At least he had given her a black bra to wear under it, she thought. The little black ankle boots he had also given her were fairly