I open my eyes to blinding light and quickly clamp them shut again. Slower this time allowing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings, I peer out into the room.
People are laid in hospital beds lined up in long rows, each with their own life support. I don't see anyone other than myself awake.
Pulling off the wires attached to myself I swing my legs out of bed clamping my hands on the bedside cabinet beside me to steady myself.
As I move through what is presumably a ward I can't see any movement, just still lifeless bodies in long lines like something you might expect to see in a horror movie.
That's when I see his face. My father, asleep on one of the hospital beds, I rush to his side but that is when I hear the door opening. Someone in a white lab coat enters the room.
I need to get out of here.
I can hear them walking down the long line of beds, a pen scratching on paper as each resident is checked.
That's when they reach my bed. I know it must me my bed, as I am not there, I am the only one not there. The person in the white lab coat gasps and drops their clipboard running from the room.
I don't stick around to see what would happen next.
I walk as fast as I can to what I assume is a door, hauling it open I step out into a dimly lit corridor and try to see a way out of here.
There is a light at the end of the corridor and in spite of my current circumstances I decide to head towards it - there is no point trying to find an escape route in the pitch black, in a place you don't know.
I hesitantly step into a room I can only describe as a library. Books fill every available space and a large map of a ship is hung on the wall, but it is not any ship it is something greater, something of magnificent design.
That's when the bolt slides shut on the door and I turn to where I hear footsteps.
"Hello Haidee, I thought it was you"