Oh god. The baby. Had it rearranged the baby? How many pregnant women transported? Was it allowed?
I put my hands on my belly, felt nothing. Of course I didn’t. But I didn’t feel like I was losing the baby either. No cramping or blood.
Glancing down at my dress, I expected to see the one I’d been wearing all day. Instead, I wore a simple white shift that fell to just below my knees. No shoes. No underwear. If it had been open in the back, it would have been exactly like a hospital gown back home. But the material was smooth, oddly unwrinkled—without the smallest crease—and seemed to have some kind of internal circuitry woven into the fabric. If I stared long enough, I saw small bursts of light, or electricity…hell, I had no idea what it was, but it looked like circuits bolting this way a
