Etsuiku lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in blank shock. She couldn't believe it, but there was now an 'Information Index' in her head apparently. The words had appeared suddenly and without warning in her mind's eye, informing her that the intergration process for the 'War Assistance Framework' was complete and that it gave her access to the Information Index.

Whatever that was

Etsu was fairly certain that she'd likely forget about it at some point; she could barely remember to check her email more than once a month. Besides, she did not want to think about, nor be reminded of when had been kidnapped by those... Whoever they were.

As for where it came from... According to the Information Index, she, apparently, now had nanites coursing through her body.

That was about as much information as she could – or was willing to – digest.

At the very least she now knew where the nerve pain – blessedly gone – had come from; it was a side-effect of the integration process for the nanites.

With a sigh she rolled over, onto her side, trying not to think because the only thing that would do was send her into nightmares.

Mimi, the family cat, hoped up onto the bed, curling up behind her and against her back. According to her Dad, Mimi was a Lesnama cat and they're big. As in, twice the size of a typical, if large, house cat.

Mimi started purring and it helped make her feel a bit better.

Asahana had always been plagued by nightmares just before something bad would happen. When she was younger she had even believed that she was cursing people with her nightmares. Her grandmother, who had since passed away, would hug her and rock her and tell her, "Tell grandma all about your bad dream."

Before her time came her grandmother had gently encouraged her to keep a dream journal.

“You dream the future, my little one.” Grandma had said just a week before she had died, “You and your dreams are not a curse, but a blessing meant to save lives. Always remember that when I'm gone.”

Asahana woke from a nightmare, panting for breath and wide-eyed.

Hurriedly getting up she rushed to write it down before she forgot it all.