Maeve wakes up to the sound of other prisoners shouting for their breakfast. They arrived the previous night and insisted on making their presence felt.
Her thoughts turned to Derek, and she wished she could see him once more. Checking on his location, she smiles. He is back on the base.
There is a knock on her cell door.
“Yes?”
The door opens, the knock merely allowing a few seconds to get ready.
They need not have worried. She slept ready. All she needed was a comb for her long hair.
Today, she was to be brought before the lunar judge to plead, either “guilty” or “not guilty.” Her lawyer had strongly advised against fighting it: “You could be free in as little as ten years.”
So, in her mind, there was little. Ten years it would be.
Two nervous officers entered – a male and a female. They both stern.
The woman spoke, “Maeve, please come with us.”
Maeve nods and follows them out. It is a path she has become familiar with.
The other prisoners screech at them through the bars. Tears roll down Maeve’s face as they enter a long corridor with an escalator that brings them up a level.
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