IT WAS DARK when Pyra woke. At first, she believed she was dreaming, but when she tried to push herself up she found her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back. Her skull pulsed painfully. She could feel a ripe lump forming on the back of her head. She groaned and shifted about on the cold metal floor, trying to stand.
"This one's finally awake," said a muffled, gruff voice. "About time. We're clear to dock."
Pyra then became aware of other prone bodies surrounding her. She realized there was a heavy bag over her head, restricting her sight. The floor beneath her lurched and rattled for a few moments before settling back into stillness. Strong arms yanked her up and shoved her forward.
Pyra almost fell; her eyes refused to focus, and the ground seemed to move beneath her. Somehow, sh
