The glare is blinding—I have to raise a hand and squint through my fingers to see where the light is coming from. A section of our cell wall has been pulled aside as if it were a sliding doorway, and through the yellow glare I catch a glimpse of acres of green and hear the sound of a trickling stream.“What the hell?” I mutter, glancing at my partners. Although I was the last one to awaken before, I’m the first one this time around. Marc stirs in his seat at my remark but doesn’t open his eyes. The others are out cold. Chad, Shira, and Li all sit with their chins resting on their chests, while Ora lies with his huge head hanging back over the top of his seat, snoring loudly. The guy is so big he can hardly fit in the chair.I stand and stretch, feeling a momentary wave of dizziness. Since I never feel dizzy when I wake up, and since the rest of the gang has yet to open their eyes, I suspect someone pumped an odorless gas into our cell before we landed. For sure, I have no recollection of us touching down.I step to Marc and gently shake him, whispering, “Marc, wake up.”He opens his eyes and frowns when he sees it’s me.
