Marcie looked up at the panoramic scene spread out as far as the eye could see. The magnificent Montana sky had remained constant throughout the centuries of over development, over population, water scarcity, poisoned mines, and a host of other disasters.
She stopped a few feet before the cliff overlooking the green valley. Yesterday, she'd known very little about Montana. Why did she suddenly have a clear understanding of the politics and history of this state? Did she know these things all those months ago when they'd first captured her?
Larz said they rescued her and she'd insisted on coming with them, instead of returning to her home. Was that the truth? She had no way of knowing if he hid some things from her.
A year--she'd been with the aliens almost a year, and it had been five months and three weeks since she lost her memory. The first months after she woke in bed with Larz, all she'd wanted was to remember who she was. Where she belonged. Now she feared remembering.