“...but just meet me in the medbay, alright? Like always.” A soft, distant voice. Vaguely feminine, but it's hard to tell. “We'll get it for you…”

[i]…Get what? Who's "we"?[/i]

It came to her like a piece of driftwood wandering close in a body of water; except for her, the water was something more akin to quicksand. Her mind seemed to be blanketed by a heavy haze as blurs of images and sensations floated through it, making it impossible to navigate through her thoughts. The only ones that stood still long enough for her to comprehend were ones that described her on the most basic level. At least, she assumed they were about her. 

[i]My name is Amelie. 
I am a technician on Station C-9. 
I am also very, very human.[/i]

Under different circumstances, the female might have thought the last of her three defining facts funny. Of course, she was human; what else would she be? But at the moment, she merely accepted it without question. With what little consciousness she had, she simply wondered why that was the memory that had chosen to come forward from the mass. [i]Was it even a memory?[/i] Now she wasn't so sure… The longer she lingered on the whole thing, the further out of her grasp it went, until suddenly everything receded once more, returning her to the state she had been in before the voice.

A few moments - or minutes, or hours - after she had gone under again, she slowly began to resurface, registering the illumination that was creeping in around the corners of the darkness. Like a dial being turned up, her surroundings became clearer and clearer, and soon she was blinking against the bright lights of the examination room. The young woman furrowed her brow as her gaze roamed the scenery, feeling as if she had some inexplicable affinity for the place. Despite the uneasiness that was slowly beginning to bubble up in her gut from due to some unknown factor, the setting was enough to appease her nerves for now. This was strange, seeing as she didn't recall ever having been there before. But even as she made a slight movement, and the tissue paper that covered the steel observation table she was sitting on crinkled in response, she couldn't help but recognize, and even appreciate, the sound.

Strands of her dark copper-red hair fell forward around her face as she glanced down at her perch, confused as to why she felt so comfortable on it. The space between her eyebrows lessened as she tried to remember why, tried to recall what this place had meant to her. And then, an even more troubling realization: she had absolutely no memory beyond waking up on the table.

Her heart rate instantly quickened as her head snapped back up, growing frantic as she hopped off the table but kept her back pressed against its edge as if it were a life line. Suddenly she was struck with the strangest urge to sic her nails on her forearm, but when she pulled back the forest green sleeve of her jumpsuit, she found that a bandage had already been placed there. Swallowing the lump that had developed in her throat, Amelie took deep inhales through her nostrils, attempting to soothe her anxiety by telling herself she might have just fainted and was sent to the medbay to recover. Perhaps her memories would come back to her later... But somehow the technician doubted it.

Eventually her her eyes fell on her tech-pad, which lay on the table among scattered syringes and empty vials. With careful steps, as if she thought she would collapse at any moment, Amelie went to retrieve the device, touching a finger to the screen to wake it up. The robotic voice greeted her with her designation, and she emitted a little sigh, almost as if by habit. But when the greeting was finished, and only silence reached her ears, it dawned on her what the cause of her uneasiness really was. She turned around to face the doorway and padded towards it hesitantly to find… Nothing. No one.

Amelie strained her eyes and ears to catch some distant sign of movement, and got her wish in the form of a groaning pipe that startled her back a few steps. It was so odd, and even somewhat eerie, to think that the bay was silent, when normally it was buzzing with life. Another little panic attack, during which Amelie was semi-convinced that a crisis had occurred while she was unconscious, and everyone had evacuated and forgotten about her. But her cremates wouldn't have left her. She was sure of it.

[i]So what the hell was going on?[/i] As if in reply, she heard a noise, different from the groaning or creaking of the pipes. Whirring and rattling, coming from somewhere outside of her safe room. This, too, was a familiar noise, but still, Amelie couldn't help but be a little afraid. Knowing she couldn't stay in place forever, the female hugged the pad to her chest and tip-toed to the doorway. Bending at the waist, she peeked out into the wide-open bay that was completely void of any people, her heart rate picking up once again as the noise got closer and closer.