themagnoliaofutah
writer of angst
The former district attorney thought this question over for a moment. Who were these people? They were... familiar, but not like the faces in her dreams. She glanced back over her shoulder where the others had gone, then to Cater, then back to the young girl in front of her.
"I... don't think I know who that is. I'm sorry. I - don't know anyone. I think we're in some... facility." Not jail, for sure - maybe a lab? Or another spaceship. This was a strange modus operandi, even for Mark. It felt weird even speaking. "Maybe a hospital - a clinic of some kind?" The girl had a scar on her neck, and Louise similarly had had a neck injury at some point.
"I... don't think I know who that is. I'm sorry. I - don't know anyone. I think we're in some... facility." Not jail, for sure - maybe a lab? Or another spaceship. This was a strange modus operandi, even for Mark. It felt weird even speaking. "Maybe a hospital - a clinic of some kind?" The girl had a scar on her neck, and Louise similarly had had a neck injury at some point.