Cara Riesling – 6 hours until impact
Cara bent down to pick it up, her hands scrabbling like claws over the papers. One of them floated to the ground and she took hold of it, her eyes focusing on the uniform text.
“Wait.” She croaked, holding it up.
Valyria and Raygo turned, as if surprised she was saying anything.
“There’s a description here…of how they wiped our memories.”
Valyria walked over and took the paper, scanning it.
“Room 747…I think that’s down the hall. We can stop there on our way.”
Cara fell back into her slippery daze until they reached the room, which was conveniently locked.
Valyria looked like she was going to call on Cara to open it, but Raygo tried to shake his head discreetly at her and said something in a low voice.
Cara walked over, waved a hand at the handle and it fell off.
She pushed the door open and walked in, the bits and pieces floating around her slowly rearranging into their places.
There was a long bed with straps in it, and what looked like various wires hanging around it like severed veins.
Cara wordlessly moved to sit on it, easily attaching her legs and feet to the bed with the straps and lying down.
“I’ll go first.” She said flatly, “Raygo, you’re good with puzzles, right?”
“Um…” Valyria started, alarm in her voice, “Am I the only one that thinks this is a horrible idea?”
Raygo stepped beside the bed, holding the paper from Cara’s file and looking over it.
“It looks like the machine works by sending targeted electric currents. The idea is to rewire the portion of your brain used for memory.”
“Can you undo it?” Cara asked, inspecting a wire.
“I can…try. But I’m not a doctor.”
“Exactly!” Valyria interjected, “Meaning; he could fry your brain! Get off of that thing and let’s get out of here!”
“Are you both just ignoring me here?” Valyria asked incredulously, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Raygo picked up some of the wires, pointing to a diagram on the wall.
“You’ll have to…um…attach some of these…”
Cara glanced at it and in one swift movement pulled her sweater and shirt over her head and threw them on the floor.
She lay back, easing her head into place, and started working on one of the straps around her wrist.
“I hope you don’t mind, Raygo.” She said flatly, pulling the leather band tight.
“No…um…” he said quickly, “It’s probably easier if I do it.”
Cara lay still as he attached the adhesive ends of the wires to her forearms, her wrists, her neck, temples, and ribcage.
As he attached the final wire, the one that was just above her heart, his green eyes faltered.
“Are you…sure about this? There’s still time to change your mind.”
“Not to mention the fact that he has next to no idea what he’s doing!” Valyria hissed, sitting down in surrender.
Cara lifted her free arm to squeeze his hand.
“I need them back. My memories. I can’t live with eighteen years missing.”
“Living isn’t all that bad!” Valyria muttered hysterically, turned towards a corner.
“Okay.” Raygo replied, starting to secure her free arm, “If anything happens, I just want to…I…”
Cara gestured for him to come closer. She moved up against her restraints to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’ve already made it this far.” She smiled at him, “And you’re not leaving without me, remember?”
She moved back, looking at the ceiling.
“Come on. I’m ready.”
Raygo checked the straps one final time before moving to a small machine beside her, inspecting the knobs.
The machine whirred to life and there was a beep.
Initiating sequence in 3…2…1…