It's just one of those days where nothing feels right
It's just one of those days
I'm never going home
I walk among the ghosts
Of all my former loves
And all my future selves
This is the final straw
I'll take you by the throat
I'll shake you like a doll
Just feed my starving heart
Lyrics by Kill Hannah, song is The Collapse
Faye looked around for the bartender, raising her perfectly manicured hand for service. She slumped over on her barstool as she waited for him to refill her drink. She didn't know what to do now. She couldn't go back to the ship, not now, not when he was there. She had another dream last night, a memory from her life. She had been happy, vibrant, and she was loved. Then she woke up, and the realization hit her anew that she could never go back, she would never be that happy again.
The bartender refilled her glass, and she impatiently motioned him to remain as she lifted the glass to her lips, downing the contents in one gulp. She raised her eyes to him, waiting for another refill. With an impassive expression, the bartender poured her another, then moved away to tend to his other customers.
Faye took a smaller gulp, morosely returning to her thoughts. She hated when she felt like this, it wasn't like there was anything that she could do to change things. She hated the hopelessness of it all. She remembered reading science fiction as a teen. Well, she was in the future now, why the hell hadn't anyone in this god forsaken time period figure out how to travel through time? Wasn't that what the gates were for? This place was nothing like the worlds she had read about.
She knocked back the rest of her drink, hating herself for remembering. She would have been been better off remaining an amnesiac.
Dimly she heard the sound of the bar door opening. She halfheartedly hoped that one of them would come looking for her, but she didn't hold out too much hope for that. And the curly headed idiot only tolerated her because she made his nightmares disappear. What am I, some kind of stand-in dream catcher? she thought as she reached for her glass, forgetting it was empty. "Just like my life," she mumbled aloud. "Why should I go back there? They don't even like me that much anyway."
"You're wrong," a voice whispered in her ear. Startled from her reverie, she whirled around as the curly headed idiot himself took a seat next to her.
"What the hell are you doing here, following me?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Yes." He gazed at her intently, the mocking smile absent from his face. "I'm here to bring you home."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously, waiting for the punchline.
"I need you," he answered simply.
