Chapter 187: Memories

She struggled out of his arms, sat upright on the hard bunk, and looked around. This small room on the Zyrgin space ship seemed unreal. As if her memories were reality and this moment in time, when she was sharing a bunk with an alien on a spaceship after their rude doctor took a bomb out of her, was fantasy.

"What is wrong?" He sat up too, watching her as if he expected her to bolt and was ready to catch her.

"I'm not Marcie." She laughed out loud in sheer joy, grabbed his hand into hers, and held it against her naked breasts. "Larz, I'm not Marcie, I didn't do those--"

The euphoria left her abruptly. She might not be Marcie, but she still did those terrible things. Still had the memory of them. She swallowed, her throat so dry it was painful. It was like seeing a split picture in her mind. Having a very unwelcome look at everything all the different characters did.