It was strange just how fresh her memories seemed. Past her frightening revival within the fabricator, Olivia could practically still see the interior of Our Lady of Hope Memorial Medical Center, filled as it was with scanning equipment and so many cables that a few others had tripped in her presence. Olivia herself had still been hungover from the night before, and the searing lights overhead had only made her headache worse. Her very last memory before sitting down in the machine was the relief from the sedatives they used before she was brought into the machine.