Dark and cold, but not alone. Whispers surround her yet she has nowhere to run. All around they speak, but say nothing. She screams to shut them out.
They wait. Wait for her to move.
She closes her eyes, awash in fatigue, wishing only for acceptance and calm. But they return. Louder. Clearer.
She understands, but is not understood. She is in a place she wants to belong, but it does not welcome her. She is scrutinized.
Wide eyed and curious, they question her.
She is not from here.
She is not from Earth.
And she wants to go home.