165 Interlude (131a)

The next morning Katrin woke up feeling like she'd just dropped something important and couldn't find it.

"What was I thinking about, again?" she asked the ceiling of her bedroom.

She thought back. The last thing she remembered was getting shot by a green beam in mid-air. {I must have respawned back at my base or something. Right?}

Something felt wrong. Actually a lot about last night felt wrong. But she couldn't put her finger on it. She couldn't remember anything beyond that point… {anything}.

"No way." Katrin's eyes widened. "Was I… captured? And memory-wiped?! What did I say? What did I {do}?"

There was no answer. And that was the worst part of all.