“Stardate. Uh. What the hell day is it anyw— May. May 23, 2013. Stardate?”
She stared at the woman, almost blankly before fear set in. “2-2013?” She looked around before her hand went to rest against her chest but failed midway. “Do you have water?” She whispered before looking for a chair to sink into.
“Whoa, whoa, you better sit down before you fall down. Right behind you, honey. Get your head down before you pass out.” Summer jumped up and darted into the kitchen, running a glass of water and dropping a couple ice cubes in. She pressed her cold fingertips to her temple as she came back in, trying to settle her own stomach from the shock of fear.
“Here. Both hands.”