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eyes.
                "I have a headache."
                "What brought it on?"
                "I don't know." She gave a one shoulder shrug. "Car accident. Forced abduction. Caffeine withdrawal. Take a guess."
                The light moved away, and Meredith rubbed her eyes. There was a hiss and a brief sting against her neck. She clapped a hand over the offended patch of skin as Sedilar withdrew.
                "How do you feel now?"
                "I..." She paused, realizing the headache was gone. In fact, she felt very clear-headed and alert. "It's better. Thanks."
                "Since I cannot detect any other discomfort in your system, I will inform Gleeth you are healthy and ready to work. Is there anything else you need before I leave?"
                "Yeah. A copy of the Beatles greatest hits, the Rolling Stones live at the Palladium, a few country and western tunes, and some Motown."
                The alien tilted its head again, giving Meredith the impression that the expression was universal. "What are those, specifically?"
                "Music. Do you understand the concept of music?"
                "Have you asked the ship for it?"
                She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "You mean the yellow box that served me my food and gave me something to wear?"
                "Try. If it fails to deliver what you require, let Gleeth know."
                The medic left the room without any further remark, leaving Meredith alone. Quickly, she hurried over to the panel and opened it to reveal the yellow box with the colorful buttons.
                "All right. I know what the green and blue buttons do. Let's go with the orange." Pressing it once, she leaned closer to the cube and said, "I'd like some music."
                A couple of minutes passed, way longer than the time she'd had to wait for her meal. Not giving up, she punch the red button and repeated her request. When nothing happened, she hit all of the other buttons, including the green and blue ones, and asked for music.
                Eventually one of them worked. The door in the box slid open, revealing a tiny disk the size of a watch battery. Meredith lifted it with her fingertip.
                "Great. Now how do I get it to play?"
                After a fruitless couple of hours to trying to get something out of it, or to have something delivered that would play it, she gave up and went back to sleep.
     
     

Chapter Six
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                "Merry. Merry, it is time you awaken. You have clientele awaiting your arrival."
                Something nudged her side. Meredith squinted through her lashes, half-prepared for another shock. For some reason, the translator these beings had implanted in her tended to make everyone sound exactly alike, which was one reason why she'd nearly been scared out of her skin when the medic showed up. Sedilar had sounded exactly like Gleeth. This time, though, her visitor was Gleeth.
                "I know you are awake," the alien almost admonished. Meredith smiled to herself. It was getting easier to read the inflections in Gleeth's voice.
                "Yeah. I'm awake now." She yawned and slowly got to her feet, and made her way to the toilet.
                "I was informed by Sedilar that you are well enough to take your first client."
                Meredith nodded, running her fingers through her hair. It was unruly and needed a good brushing, but at least it was clean. For once, she was glad the clientele wouldn't be able to see her from the shoulders up.
                She followed Gleeth, taking mental notes as to where they were going, and how to get there, as per the creature's instructions.
                "I will not always lead you