"She's not ( )eathing."

"Start CPR. She needs to live."

"She doesn't stand a chance! Her contamination level is 10!"

"I'm not giving up on this one. She's tough. She needs to live- she's immune. If she dies we've lost another and we're one step closer to exctinction. We've got a small enough population already-we don't need another death."

"But shouldn't we focus on people who are more ill?"

"No."

"Breathing."

"Her treatment will take years."

"I don't care. My granddaughter isin't dying today. I've lost my daughter and my son in law. Her little sister needs both of us. My husband is already dead."

"Fine."

FIVE YEARS LATER

"Where am I?" 

"In recovery."

Something was wrong. I was taller than I had been. My hands were too big. Every part of me was bigger. 

"You've been here for five years." 

"Where am I?"

"The Station."

"Why am I not on earth?"

"My dear... Earth is gone."

No.

She's lying to me. 

She must be lying.