Passenger 327
I stand at the window of my cabin, watching the ship slice through the waves, and reflect on the impossibility of speaking to a caterpillar in butterfly language. A vicious thrill courses through me as I realize I"m both powerful and powerless at the same time.
Jenna"s behavior has been out of control since this morning—I know it"s a sign that drastic measures must be taken soon. Then comes the announcement over the loudspeaker that food rationing will be implemented due to broken freezers—a total lie. Everyone knows who is really responsible for stealing the food, but no one wants to call them out and face the consequences.
Appearances must be kept, after all.
Jenna cowers in the corner of my cabin, contorting her battered body to find some relief from the aching pain th
