It was somewhere in the dead of night. Alita had tried meditating several times. She’d listened to river sounds that reminded her of home and burned a pretty smelling candle one of her cousins on the Genesis had given her, but her mind wouldn’t rest, so she decided to do the one thing that always calmed her.

Getting up, Alita walked to the area that she had designated for cooking and began laying out utensils and cooking supplies. It was going to be one of these nights.

Due to the heat of her ancient oven, she was cooking with her quarter’s door cracked open tonight the smells of cooking drifted through the corridors.

-Alita