Voices danced around Luna's head, and she struggled to reach out and understand them. She couldn't tell if she was standing or sitting, falling or swimming, eating or drinking. All she could tell is that something was calling out to her, as if it was the audio version of a white light at the end of a tunnel. Reaching out, she 'touched' one of the voices, and then reeled back, screaming in pain. The voice shot out at her, screaming at her. "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!" She screamed out, feeling as if she just had three thousand people slap her.
[i][u]You will not die today.[/u][/i]
That one voice shot through her like a bolt from a light-bow. She screamed as the light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter, and then vanished.

Her eyes began to slowly open, then they closed, but she fought to open them again. She heard a pair of voices, and groaned from the pain in her arm. Did she get arrested? Were they taking her to a cell, where she would spend the last of her days counting how long it was before she died? She began to shift and squirm, trying to break free of the grasp that was holding her on the person's shoulder. "Let me go!" She said, trying to reach for her clicker, not realizing it was actually her crewmate holding her.