[center][h2]Elizabeth Wilson[/h2][/center]

Beth began slowing her breathes to allow her lungs to catch up to new air. How long had she been in there? Her fingers still stiff and atrophied felt along the base of her dress. She looked down at herself, blinking her eyes as they still burned and saw her white satin knee length dress. She couldn't remember why she was wearing it or wear she got it. Her feet were bare and cold. 

As her eyes and ears began to adjust to the world that surrounded her she heard a faint male voice say, "okay?" voice in her direction. She now recalled the voice that summoned her back to life. To this voice she pondered. Why couldn't she remember anything? She wondered. "Why doesn't it feel odd that I don't remember anything?" she thought to herself. She brought her knees in close underneath her and began to stand, wobbling and shaking as she slowly rose. She began to pear around the room to find that there were others around her. 

Finally she looked in the direction of the voice that came her way, her eyes could now stay open. They still burned and ached but not to the point of keeping them closed. She saw the man took a step towards him, stumbling a little before she caught her balance again. Beth glanced up and found the man's eyes then nodded. She had a sudden remembrance of a cottage but the soft feeling that came with it. Her hands found the walls of a capsule that wasn't open and she leaned herself against it.