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[Diana.Daymarova]

Light of the three stars bathes the station. If a man saw it from afar, he would think it's lit ablaze. A thick green nebula fills the blank space behind the stars. There are station debris floating freely nearby the dust field. The field that hides the station, that the amnestic lady is in.

She dreams.

White room. It is almost empty. In the middle lies a vase. A blue, thick vase full of liquid. She is curious to see what's inside, so she walks towards it. With each step taken, the vase gets a bluer hue. Now it's safe to say that the vase is made of crystals. They slowly melt.

This dream fades away and that gives her consciousness. What is this place? Who is she even? A glass of water stands on the right. She assumes it's there for the purpose of her hydration. It is refreshing. Dr.Cuttingham walks in in time to see her drink.

"Good evening, madam. How do you feel now?"

It's tough to answer when you don't know how you feel yourself.

"I'm confused."

Dr.Cuttingham doesn't look surprised. He takes a paper out of his folder and reads it. After placing it on the shelf, he turned off all the devices monitoring the lady's state.

"No need to monitor you anymore. Anyways, I have two news for you. One of them is a bad and the other is good. Which one do you wanna hear first?"

She has been asked this question plenty of times before. The fear of the fact that something really bad happened made her not want to know right away.

"Tell me the good news first, please."

Checkmate.

"Erm... The amnesia shouldn't last that long."

The bad news are answered by this. She feels terrified. What did she do before? How long is she alive? Who is she even? Tough times will occur, but as the doctor said, her memories should return.

"I'll give you some private room, you can change your clothes, or get something to eat. You can play chess with this AI here as well. *points on a table on the right* Right below the glass, there's a chess board. Also feel free to read this document. It's necassary for you to do so."

Dr.Cuttingham raises the paper and places it again. He leaves the room. The lady sits and holds her head as the migraine still insists on staying. Both feet touch the cold floor and slowly move towards the clothes.

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