Selina’s eyes fluttered as she remained asleep. She did not know how long she had been out, it could have been minutes or days, but it was now as she was in a lighter state of sleep, still feeling fuzzy from whatever had been injected into her system that her dreams came to haunt her once again, dreams of that sack, of fighting her way free as an ill nourished thirteen year old. As she focussed on the sack, her breathing began to become shallow and there was a sense of urgency about her before her eyes snapped open. She blinked as her brain tried to fill in the details as to where she was, she was asleep when she got here, but she had heard…

She rolled her head, looking for Linn with blurred vision while as background information, her body started letting her brain know just what it was going through. Her nails, usually presentable at the least, were blunt. Her teeth ached, her lungs hurt, her limbs were heavy and she felt queasy with burning in the .back of her throat But…she had a general impression that she was safe…or in a safe place. A little of the fear that had made itself known had faded, not altogether but she wasn’t hyperventilating, something she had been doing once the sack had split around her.

There was a warm weight on her legs and she looked down her body to find Miss Kitty. She reached a hand out to stroke her, still feeling lethargic but being able to summon up enough strength for that much at least. Sighing, she called out, “Linny?” Speaking hurt, and her voice was still a croak, but she needed to know. It registered that Linn had told her that this was the trapped warehouse, that helped her to stay as calm as she could be considering. She tried to sit up, but that was distinctly not a good idea as her body soon protested.

Biting her lip, she knew that she had to ride out the worst of it and resigned herself to that for the moment, her stubbornness and common sense seemed to be at war over the issue, but the state she was in gave common sense somewhat of a boost in the argument and the fact that she was going to throw up if she tried that again was pretty much the body’s way of saying I rest my case.