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Alana reflects on the events that transpired in her life over the past three years as the transport shuttle makes its leisurely way across the vast reaches of space. So much had happened that most of it felt as if it were just a dream. No. More like a nightmare that she just couldn't wake herself up from. Her three year old stirs on her lap, pulling her from her thoughts briefly. A slender hand rises to stroke the back of his head, his hair still baby soft felt like silk against her skin. He settles once again against her shoulder and drifts off to sleep once more.
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