Isla's eyes opened slowly as she took in everything around her. Her capsule opened its door, letting her out. She stretched her arms before she looked around her. Her bedroom looked like every other room with no actual extra decorations.
She wasn't really into any particular artistic sense and she found bland and rather boring places far more interesting than overly flashy or overly sophisticated ones.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she sucked in a small breath before she walked toward her bed and sat down. She looked at her table and picked her phone up. She looked at it deeply as if she was thinking about something.
One could see the endless thoughts flashing through her eyes at that moment. Then, she opened it and made a call. A few seconds later, several faces appeared on her phone's screen.