I can't breathe. I feel like I'm uphill on a steep slope. My chest, head, limbs and every cell of my body hurt.

"Where am I?" I ask, but I can't manage to hear the sound of my own voice. Did I become deaf or mute?

I don't feel or see anything. It feels like I'm in limbo, in a sort of purgatory where I can only feel pain. I'm wondering how this is going to end. The great beyond is the eternal question of mankind. Neither scientists nor philosophers have been able to give an answer that makes us all happy. If the Christian God turns out to be the real one, it's going to be amusing. I never believed in him. Given my own existence, I had to doubt about his.

A distant, unrecognizable sound becomes progressively audible. It's rhythmical. Like the guy who practices with the drum keeping the bass at a steady rhythm. Darkness also turns into light. A distinct light that perhaps indicates the entrance to paradise. The pure holiness of the righteous is getting ready to welcome me. However, I don't think I deserve it. I'm not a little girl anymore. My actions, decisions and wishes weren't those of a little girl. Although they weren't those of a felon either. Or maybe they were? Do you consider a raider to be something bad?

I open my eyes, and blink many times. They are dry, and I feel like there's grit in them. They bother me. My throat is dry too. I need to drink something, desperately.

"She woke up, doctor. The patient woke up."

I can't sit up. My body feels too heavy to do such an effort. Several people come into my room. The back of my bed slowly rises up. I find myself surrounded by a crowd of unknown faces dressed in white and green. Doctors and nurses.

"Great, do all the preparation," a doctor asks with an Andalusian accent.

"Where... am I?" I ask, feeling as if my throat were tearing with the effort. "Where the hell am I?"

"Call the surgeon."

"What... what surgeon? I'm... I'm okay..."

They all ignore me. No one has time to answer me or calm me down. They are all busy preparing some type of metal equipment. The heavy steps of a robot reverberate in the hall. I'm very scared. What are they going to do with me? Oh my God! Now I recall why the agent on the train told me that there were worst things than death. If no one answers me, it is because something bad is going to happen.

Maybe Rojas never shot me? I would have to be in a better place, or maybe lost in the oblivion of eternal sleep. Nevertheless... they are going to experiment with me. They are Andalusians, and I'm from Spain. They don't feel any affection for me.

"Don't cry little girl. Your suffering will stop soon," the doctor calms me down. "Give her anesthesia! Begin with the nanomachines scan! CyberDoc, get ready to open up and remove! We have to clean this body now!"

I dissipate. First, I don't feel hot or cold; then, I'm attached to a bed with straps, and a point of white light grows until it covers it all.

"When she wakes up, she is not going to be the sam..." That's the last thing I hear.

Before I fall completely asleep again, I feeltwo tears coming down from the corners of my eyes and getting lost in my hair... 

Sayi's adventure will continue...   

I want to thank Lee Carlton, JoséGalindo, Jesús Galindo, Lydia Maas, Victoria Pine and Patricia Zavala for their interest and all the work they did in translating this story. 

Thank you all! As soon as the second season is available, I will let you know!