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sunlight.
I look to the right. Same. Except there’s half of a wall that
divides my row from the others. I kick my head back. A solid pane
of glass stands behind me, reaching from floor to ceiling and
follows the tables in both directions. It’s like a strange hospital
with too many beds and no sign of doctors.
    How did I get here?
    The last thing I remember…
    …are his brown eyes. Burning. Alive .
He’d stilled, completely flabbergasted to see me too. His jaw
dropped to speak, but then it went dark. As if I fell asleep. As if
someone turned the lights off and now, however many hours later,
they’re back on. And here I am, alone again with no clue how I got
here.
    A pounding in my temple erupts and I bring
my hand to my head, massaging the curls above my right ear. This
surprises me. Bending my knee, I get further proof and sit up—no
restraints are tying me down. I kick my legs off the side of the
table and notice my Converse have been replaced with powder blue
slippers. They’re made of some scratchy, near-cotton material. I
resist the urge to touch them but look down and find I’m dressed in
scrub-like pants and a mid-sleeve top, both fitted and made of the
same itchy, sky blue fabric.
    Jumping down, I land on my toes without
making a sound and make my way toward the wall-length window. The
afternoon sun greets me, casting light on the cracked dirt below,
offering more warmth than yesterday. The jungle glistens on the
horizon across, but sits barred by the immense wrought-iron
gate.
    My stomach knots.
    There needs to be a door, an
opening— something . I need to get out to the jungle again and
find the ruins. I need to get back out there and figure out
why it’s so familiar. But the gate’s larger than I originally
thought. It skyrockets, nearly reaching the height of this glass
wall with rods peaking into sharp triangular points, dotting around
this structure in a giant semi-circle. The only way past the gate
is through it, and though I’m thin, I’m not sure I’ll be able to
fit through the railings.
    There’s movement below. A mass of blue blurs
slowly disperse around the Castle, carrying or dragging similar
objects as before. I press my forehead and fingertips to the glass
to get a better view.
    “Lovely afternoon, isn’t it?”
    I spin, finding a tall man with long, shiny
black hair. His cascading locks are pulled into a half pony tail,
falling just past his shoulders and onto a custard robe that
reaches the floor.
    “My name is Jeb. I’m the Guide,” he walks
towards me, his hands behind his back, “and you must be…”
    I retreat a step, back toward the pane of
glass, intuition constricting my voice. There’s plenty of room to
run if need be, but if he’s anything like Clarence, I’ll get
nowhere quick.
    Jeb pauses with a frown. “Haven’t you
remembered yet?”
    If I was on the ground, I could make for the
gate. I could hide among the other blue blurs and dash toward the
jungle when no one was looking. But how to get down there? Right
now it’s just us. And that fact raises a sickly feeling in my
gut.
    “Clarence tells me your name is Fallon.”
    “Where am I?”
    “In the medical unit on the top floor of
this base. You were brought in yesterday and left to recover.
Please,” he advances a cautious step, “how are you feeling?”
    There’s a pounding in my head, but whether
that’s from blacking out in the jungle or something that happened
since then, I have no idea. I have no idea about anything anymore.
And I’m not keen on him knowing this.
    He frowns. “Not well?”
    I bring my fingers to the back of my head,
cautious about any information divulged. “Dizzy.”
    “That would be the Pill.”
    “Pill?”
    He produces a small vial of glistening
lavender liquid, pinching it between his finger and thumb.
“Medicine. To keep our humans happy and healthy. After what
happened to your planet, we must take every precaution available. I
do apologize about the Pill… it does tend