Her first thought, when she can even think again, is that a bomb exploded in the café.
How else to explain that burst of orange light, or the wave of pain that hit her like a physical force, the feeling of burning, but from the inside, as if her blood itself was lit aflame?
But when she fights off her nausea long enough to crack open an eye, she sees that the café is intact.
Dark and silent, but intact.
Something is wrong.
Pulse quickening, she sits up and takes an anxious look around. Where did everyone go? Why are all the lights out? How long as she been lying here, utterly alone?
Her PINpoint. She reaches into her pocket and pulls it out without a moment’s hesitation. But, like the last time she tried to use it in an emergency, its screen is dead. Nothing happens when she pushes the buttons.
She tries to take a deep breath. And can’t.
No. No, no, no. This is the Nexus, there has to be another way out of here. Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbles past the bonfire, her legs like jelly. But when she tries to head towards the Plaza, she finds to her horror that the ground gives way to an empty chasm below.
Except… it’s not empty. The… whatever it is, down there, rolls an orange eye to stare up at her, followed by another. And another after that, until a dozen eyes are looking up at her, pleading with her helplessly, a silent cry to end its suffering.
”Caspar, I — I don’t understand. Who are you trying to get away from?”
“…they think I’m a Cylon.”
Fear and revulsion overwhelm her; she collapses to her knees and scrambles away from the edge, her whole body shivering uncontrollably.
“Please!” she cries out, her voice shaking. “Please, somebody help!”
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How else to explain that burst of orange light, or the wave of pain that hit her like a physical force, the feeling of burning, but from the inside, as if her blood itself was lit aflame?
But when she fights off her nausea long enough to crack open an eye, she sees that the café is intact.
Dark and silent, but intact.
Something is wrong.
Pulse quickening, she sits up and takes an anxious look around. Where did everyone go? Why are all the lights out? How long as she been lying here, utterly alone?
Her PINpoint. She reaches into her pocket and pulls it out without a moment’s hesitation. But, like the last time she tried to use it in an emergency, its screen is dead. Nothing happens when she pushes the buttons.
She tries to take a deep breath. And can’t.
No. No, no, no. This is the Nexus, there has to be another way out of here. Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbles past the bonfire, her legs like jelly. But when she tries to head towards the Plaza, she finds to her horror that the ground gives way to an empty chasm below.
Except… it’s not empty. The… whatever it is, down there, rolls an orange eye to stare up at her, followed by another. And another after that, until a dozen eyes are looking up at her, pleading with her helplessly, a silent cry to end its suffering.
”Caspar, I — I don’t understand. Who are you trying to get away from?”
“…they think I’m a Cylon.”
Fear and revulsion overwhelm her; she collapses to her knees and scrambles away from the edge, her whole body shivering uncontrollably.
“Please!” she cries out, her voice shaking. “Please, somebody help!”