The wake up procedure is the same.  The same bright light.  The same four walls.  But this time, there is something different.<br/><br/>There is a woman in the room.  She's rather tall, maybe 6 foot.  She has short hair that's white..almost bluish.  She's wearing a grey jumpsuit..over the one breast is some sortof logo and scratchings..they look alittle like chinese writing.  The jumpsuit is one piece..she also has something Ivy definately recognizes.  No matter how sci-fi.. a gun looks like a gun.  And this one she's pointing right at Ivy's chest.<br/><br/>She opens her mouth to speak..the same wierd verbal noises intermixed with clicking.sortof sounding vaguly like an aboriginal language.  Then a little do-dad around her neck..it looks to be bout the size of a lighter, and is wrapped around like a choker..emits sound.<br/><br/>"Please.. be calm.  Not hurt.  Not Angry"<br/><br/>She gives abit of a pained expression.  Either she doesn't want to be there, or she's frustraited because she knows the do-dad can only give broken translations.  Still..it's english.