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1) They looked like penguins.
2) While she had vague timeline of the events of the last 72 hours, she had no idea who *she* was.
3) She was in the middle of a divot out of the beachfront. Not quite an impact crater, but rather, it seemed that the sea had forcibly ejected her from it's depths and sent her skidding into the dunes like a runaway car. That part, she was a little hazy on.
"There was something about the Aetherion..." She muttered, feeling like she was forgetting something. The tide had rolled in, washing wet sand over the tops of her tattered shoes.
"FREEZE, LADY! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE 'EM!"
(Oh, yes.) She thought. (The penguins.)
“We said up, lady, put those hands where we can see ’em”. The lead penguin was only twenty feet away from her now. Burly, red faced, blue steel gun glinting in the sunlight, pointed directly at her.
She put her gloved hands in the air and looked in the sand all around her. There must be a purse? Something, anything, that would tell her who she was.
Burly was now in front of her with his cohorts ringing around her. As if she were a spectacle in a freak show they had all paid to watch.
Someone grabbed her arms from behind and she felt the cold hard steel of handcuffs through her gloves.
Burly began reading out her rights.
“But what am I supposed to have done?” she said, bewildered, “Tell me what you think I’ve done!”
San Diego had not been kind to either of them that day. Officer Burly was fortunate, after hauling in his prime suspect, he had a nice air-conditioned office waiting for him...and a couple of granola bars. Okay so he wasn't THAT fortunate; but it would be a far cry from the nightmares that awaited his prime suspect.
Burly's partner, Officer Breicher, took her out of the car and into the station. As they pulled up to the station, the panicked woman screamed, "What have I done?!"
Burly turned around and looked at her with contempt and muttered simply, "Traitor."
Then, slowly, the awful reality and the awful implications made themselves the sole focus of her thoughts. She felt lost, her sanity leaking away - it seemed like even the ground beneath her shoes became insubstantial, liable to give way at any moment.
Then the Aetherion drifted back into her thoughts. Somehow she knew it was an important clue, maybe even the key to unlocking her fragile memories. But what was the Aetherion, and how was it entangled in her problems?