Things went through Caressa’s mind. Somewhere in that state between reality and dreams. She kept seeing images, like the replaying of movie scenes in her mind. She could not open her eyes, the scene flashed ,leaving the conference room, then things went a little sideways.
The large vestibule, the plant she was standing next to, then a hand on her shoulder and arm. the man that kept watching her at the conference. His face would become distorted and out of focus. The sounds of men, ship noise, voices mumbling. Her body was restless as she was trying to fight her way back to consciousness.
Then man at the conference was standing next to the biobed that Caressa was laying on. His eyes on her metabolic signs. “Oh, not yet my good doctor” He picked up the nearest hypo-spray and her body when more relaxed.
“Sir, If you keep doing that she is not going to be presentable, none the less coherent when we get to our destination.” His fingers moving over the console typing notes.
He responded with a smirk. “ Don’t worry she will be more than ready for her task. I have not been looking for years to loose her over some sedation. Her Betazoid senses are stronger than I anticipated.” He padded her hand.
Caressa could feel the medication once again surging into her system, her mind once again heading into the dark void.