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of whatever this race was, was hair color and facial structure. Some of them had more chiseled jaws, some had rounder cheeks, and others had sharper faces. Without fail, they all had golden eyes, though, and they were so bright that Abby always felt the need to shield her face whenever one of them turned those eyes on her.
    "Like they're seeing right through you," was whispered to her by one of the women who shared her prison, and Abby had to agree.
    As far as the prison went, it was much like the captors themselves. For all this was cruel and unusual and they were being held against their will, the prison was made beautifully.
    The bars were made of some sort of wrought, silvery metal that they already knew was indestructible. At least with any means they had. The bars divided the room into cells, and there were five humans in each one, along each wall of the room. There were cushions on the floor and piled in the corners, and when one of the humans had complained about being cold, she had been brought a blanket.
    They were fed every day, one meal at first, but then one extraordinarily beautiful man had come up to the bars and announced that he had learned that humans required three meals a day, and then the food increased.
    It wasn't anything Abby was used to or could say she'd had before, strange meats and vegetables and odd gelatinous blobs that actually turned out to taste pretty good, but it was food, and it kept them alive, which was more than she and most of the others had been expecting from their captors.
    Honestly, that was one of oddest things about the whole affair. Despite the fact that they were most definitely being held against their will and most definitely the victims of some sort of invasion, it wasn't all that bad.
    No one got killed, no one got probed, no one came to antagonize them. For the most part they just sat in their cells and waited. Though no one really knew what they were waiting for.
    The minutes blended into countless hours, which turned into days and then to weeks and months, and while some people still made tick marks, wanting to keep track of what was happening, most of them had given up on that. What was the point of knowing anyway, right? If they were never getting out of there?
    Abby tried not to think that way. She asked the man in her cell what day it was every couple of days, wanting to keep track. She'd never been one to suffer defeat lying down, and so she was determined not to give up hope.
    Someone would rescue them. Somehow.
    The government or the military or something like that. It would be fine. She just had to believe it.
    "Do you think the Earth's a smoking hole in space by now?" someone asked as a new day started. As least Abby thought it was a new day. All she really knew was that she slept when she was tired, and woke up after a few hours of sleep. She still had her cellphone in her pocket from the day she'd been taken, but it hadn't been charged in months, so it was essentially dead weight. Sometimes she liked to pull it out and run her fingers over the screen, using it as a last tie to the world outside. Below. Whatever.
    "Why would you ask that?" someone else muttered. The cells were separated by bars as well, so they could see the other people in other cells and all communicate well. Not that it was always a good thing.
    "I'm curious," the first man said, shrugging a shoulder. He looked to be a bit older than Abby, scruffy with dark brown hair and bright eyes. He was just as dirty and worn looking as the rest of them, but there was a spark in him that the others didn't seem to have.
    "Curious about if our planet's been destroyed?" Abby asked in spite of herself. Usually she didn't get involved in stuff like this. "Aren't you worried about your family and friends?"
    He shrugged a shoulder, looking like he couldn't care less. "Don't have too much of either," he said. "And my family is the kind of family that deserves to be destroyed."
    Abby made a disgusted face. "What a