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She hunch ed over, willing it to shut up.
    The alien blinked, and then turned on his heel and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
    Samantha blinked, stunned by the sudden silence. Then she shook her head and snapped out of it, and quickly st ood and glanced around the room. She didn’t see her clothes, and for all she knew he had torn them to shreds, so she dove into the nearest dresser to see what she could find. One thing was for sure: she wasn’t about to sit around and find out whatever plans he had for her. She was getting the hell out of here. She pulled open the drawers to find underwear, socks, and belts, and thankfully, finally a silk-like bathrobe.
    She yanked out the robe and shucked it on, belted the tie around her waist and turned toward the window as the door opened suddenly, her captor back with a covered tray in his hands.
    He stared at her from the doorway, his eyes radiating disapproval and mouth set in a tight line. A low growl emanated from his chest, growing in crescendo until Samantha stepped back from the window and crouched back into her corner.
    S eemingly satisfied with her position, the man kicked the door shut with one foot, not bothering to lock it, and set the tray down on the floor of in front of Samantha. He lifted the cover off and stepped back.
    Her stomach lurched; screaming as if it hadn’t tasted food in weeks. Her mouth watered, and her hands involuntarily shook in anticipation. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the sight of food had been set in front of her.
    How long have I been out?
    Samantha’s eyes roamed at the unfamiliar fare, seeing what looked like a plate of fish and noodles and a bowl of square, purple fruit. Something red and spongy sat on top of a pile of what looked like seaweed, and she decided that she wasn’t that hungry to eat something resembling a giant eyeball. She glanced at the alien, who had taken up a seat on the edge of the bed to watch. She stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher his intentions, and satisfied he wasn’t going to approach, leaned forward and nearly attacked the food.
    The food was unexpectedly bland, and Samantha was disappointed in the bowl of seeded fruit that tasted like hard sweet potatoes; though sh e cleared away half the tray before she slowed.
    Samantha glanced back at the man on the bed. He sat, eyes wide and staring, with him mouth turned upwards ever-so-slightly at the corners. Amused. She snorted at him and snatched up the last square of fruit and a glass bottle of water before settling in the corner against the wall, pulling the robe tight around her legs.
    The man hadn’t moved save turn his head to wat ch her, and Samantha flicked a flat fruit seed at him, emboldened by her satiated tummy. His brushed at his face in annoyance to rid itself of the seed, but he otherwise stayed still.
    Samantha glowered at him. Fine by me.
    They sat for what felt like an hour, both staring, with Samantha’s occasional sip of water the only sound to break the silence. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.
    “ What do you want with me?”
    No answer.
    “Where am I?” She waited, her anger rising once again. “Where is everyone else?”
    The cat eyes regarded her coolly.
    “Do you even understand what I’m saying?” Samantha said, her voice thick with anger and frustration. She stood and the bottle fell forgotten from her fingers, the glass clinking against the metal floor panels. She balled her hands into fists by her side. “What do you want?”
    Samantha turned her head, willing the tears to not come. She did not want to sit and cry. She’d done plenty of crying the past few months with the passing of her estranged father and the end of a three year engagement. No—she was done with crying. She had responsibilities, a farm to run… but her body didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass what she thought at the moment and let the tears roll down her red cheeks.
    She glanced toward the shadows of the