Desiree awoke the next morning saddened to find that the alpha had already left. By the bed waited a tray of breakfast. On the door hung a change of clothes: pants and a shirt most likely borrowed from one of the crew. There was more clean water in the pitcher and a fresh cube of soap as well. She ate the porridge and oranges hungrily and sipped on the bland coffee as if it were heaven sent nectar. When she was full, she took her time washing up in the basin and getting dressed in more borrowed clothes.
She took a breath and turned the knob to open the door, only to find it was locked.
This certainly would not do.
“Let me out!” she yelled and banged on the door. “I am not a prisoner!”
No answer came.