Reia woke up in a bed as if she had slept there all night. She was no longer in her Starfleet uniform but a maid’s inform. The dress was black with a crisp white collar and black belt cinched around her waist. Instead of it being baggy, the dress however the dress fit her as it is was tailored for her body showing off every curve. The room was not at all like a prison cell but comfortable in its decore if not slightly spartan. The room lacked a real window but had a holoimage displaying a lovely garden. On the end of the desk there was however an image that would catch Reia’s eye. It was an image of her husband wearing what would remind her of a civilian mechanic’s outfit for fixing civilian vehicles. In the image, he was smiling and leaning against a vehicle with a hydrowrench in one hand and a rag in the other.

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