Tríocha agus dhá
[Aisling had gotten up that morning as usual when she noticed the calendar on the wall. May 10th...that was what it had said when she had first arrived here, she recalled. She had been here a whole year.
That year had certainly been an eventful one--probably the most eventful year in her long life. She had made friends, seen people come and go, learned about a whole other culture and time she was unfamiliar with, learned how to read...so much had happened here. And still nobody was any closer to finding a way out of this place. If they hadn't done that in a year, how long would it take? Two years, ten years?]
[Action]
[Aisling is out in the park as usual, having decided to skip school for the day, though she's attended enough lately that she won't get droned. Unusually, though, she isn't hiding in trees or bushes or running around like she always does. Instead, she's sitting out in the open on a patch of grass, leaning against one of her wolves who lies curled around her, asleep. The puppy she got from Enkidu is also asleep in her lap. She looks rather deep in thought, which is a definite change of pace for her. Bother?]