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The Light at the Waters Edge

Version Angel Cake

Suki awoke on the floor. Her mind a dizzying fog of images and memories gelling together like tape in a dispenser.

It was cold and grey and all she could smell was diesel fuel; this wasn't a good sign to begin with.

"She coming to," a metallic voice said.

She could make out the click click of another sound. She lifted her head, but it felt heavy and it was pounding.

Bad shift.

"Are you okay, Miss?" the metallic voice asked.

There was that clicking sound again.

"I think she can understand me," the other said.

Click. Click.

"Of course she might be thirsty," said the metallic voice. "Go get her a bottle of water."