Aratani curled up on a mattress, cold, uncomfortable and unable to fall asleep. After a while, once she was fairly sure she was the only one awake, she got up and wandered to the room where they'd had their jabs. She fingered the bottles and microscopes on the counters, and rummaged through the cupboards, before pulling out a large file. She leafed through it, stopping on one page. It was covered in neat, printed text in a language she didn't understand, with her name at the top. She stared at two images, one taken when she was completely human, and one that she assumed was of what she looked like now. It was so strange; she had no idea how much she'd changed.
Quickly, she stuffed the papers back into the cupboard and left the room, stopping in the corridor. She did it without realising, and ended up staring into space, lost in thoughts that she forgot as soon as she conjured them. Subconsciously, she sat on the cold floor and hugged her knees, blinking softly into the dark.