Recovery

We came to a large door painted a deep royal blue, as if something regal lurked inside. Devina opened the door with a grandiose gesture, stepped inside and turned on a light.

“This,” she said, “is where we’re planning our future.”

The walls were painted that same royal blue as the door, and covered in floor-to-ceiling pictures of dinosaurs, eleven total. Each dinosaur had a human female companion except one. I immediately recognized her coloring: she was mine.

Devina stood silent, letting me take it all in. I searched each human female face. Doctor Durant was not among them, but Devina was. My eyes lingered on her picture on the wall. Seated atop her animal, warrior gaze radiating. My mind was so saturated with unanswered questions I couldn’t speak. Devina grabbed my hand, intuitively, and squeezed it. I stated the obvious.

“I’m the last one.”

“Yes,” she replied. “With you, our army is complete.”