A whooshing sound precedes the rush of gas that quickly fills the first and second floors. Like most gases the Warden uses, it is colorless, odorless and works rather nicely. One after another the prisoners all fall unconscious and at last, even the strongest, most resilient prisoner succumbs
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Ai ya, she was supposed to be dead. Hadn't she died out there on the island? She put a hand to her forehead, then checked her abdomen, where most of the damage had been. Nothing. It couldn't have been a dream, with everyone else out there fighting. She had died, and she was still here. Somehow. What did it take to get out of this place? How many times would she die here? How many times would Wash or River or Simon have to feel like this?
Her head swam and she fell back against the padding on the floor. River had killed her. It was what the captain had always worried was going to happen someday, what everyone but Jayne had tried to assure him wouldn't.
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No, no, she hadn't expected to download at all. There was no ship near the prison...or was there?
She opened her eyes, blinking at the light. She breathed in deeply and took in her surroundings. A white room. A white, padded room. Was this heaven?
No. No, there was a screen nearby, showing the island she had just been in. This must be the psych ward.
It had all been an illusion. But it had felt so real, even more than a projection ever did.
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"Are you all right?" she asked. As all right as either of them could be as dead women.
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"This doesn't happen where I come from," she said after a moment, "Dead is dead."
She stood shakily and walked over to the monitors to look for Wash. He probably wouldn't die -- he'd just end up here the way she and the other woman had -- but she wasn't keen on the idea of him suffering. Also, if he wasn't alive, and wasn't here . . . She just needed to see that he was okay.
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Her body. She was looking at herself lying on the ground with her stomach torn apart and her head split open. She was looking into some kind of horribly macabre funhouse mirror. Seeing herself like that . . . Zoe felt dizzy.
"Excuse me," she told the blond woman, her voice strained, as she turned abruptly on her heel.
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"He thinks this is a game," she managed after several minutes of silence. "Space tag. We're out."
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"I wonder how long it will be before someone else shows up."
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"Not long. I reckon the girl who got me is just getting started."
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"Someone from home."
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