It was morning, or maybe night. The ship didn't have windows, and the signal didn't reach our wrists. You could hear kids crying in the background while their mothers tried to comfort them, people talking to each other, too quiet to understand what they said.
Suddenly the ship stopped, and the gates opened. Bright, clear, blue skies welcomed us to earth. People started jumping off the ship and onto the muddy floor but most didn't move a muscle, no one knew what was happening.
Suddenly, the wall opposite the gates started closing, pushing everyone out of the carriage and making people fall over one another. We moved quickly out of the way, letting whoever came after us take the weight of the mob.
When everyone was out of the ship, it wasted no time taking off the ground. It lifted everything with it, like a hurricane, and then it was gone.
As I watched the now far-away aircraft, a sharp, hollow pain on the back of my neck made me drop face-up to the ground. The world spun around me and a tall, broad figure stood over me.
My breaths were fast and vacant. I was moaning and grunting in pain, the dream felt so real that my neck, as I turned it, hurt like a motherfucker. Owen's hands stoked my back and pulled my head to face him. "You are alright." he repeated over and over.
I relaxed again, and fell asleep soundlessly.
