Her eyes slowly blinked open. She didn’t know how long she was out. It wasn’t a natural feeling to her. With total control over her entire frame, Marilyn could normally program every cell of her body when to sleep and when to wake. She didn’t even need sleep as she could renew her own cells with just a bit of meditation. Yet somehow she had passed from consciousness and she didn’t even know how.
Her surroundings confused her. She recognized the old brick walls around her. They were indelibly etched into her memory, some of the first sights she ever saw in her existence. But they were better lit now. Lights above her illuminated the room in ways it never was when Alli first found her years ago.
Marilyn was back to where she first awoke, but it wasn’t the same sepulchre. The walls seemed newer, as if the building was just constructed.
“Finally, she awakes.”
Marilyn whipped around. Her body felt strange, a bit lighter. Her head ached, but as she rested her eyes on the well-built bald man in front of her, his appearance was achingly familiar. He wore a simple black sweater and pants, both form fitting to his aged but still fit frame.
He smirked at her, obviously bemused by her confusion. “It’s been a long time, darling. I thought you would never remember I was here.”
“Who?”
“Come now. You have all the answers you seek. Just because you’ve hid them from yourself for so long doesn’t mean they were never there. Now think. Unlock that brain you seem so unwilling to use and tell me who I am.”
“Solomon,” Marilyn said. “Your name is Solomon. I don’t know how I know that. But I know there’s something wrong here. This isn’t right. None of it is.”
Solomon chuckled. “You’ve hid the truth from too long. ‘There’s something wrong here.’ Audrey, she’s more of a fool than I suspected.”
“Now now, Solomon. She’s had a rough day.”
The new voice came from behind her. Marilyn whipped around and stared into the cold eyes of a brunette in her mid-thirties. Her presence made no sense. She hadn’t been here before, but now she suddenly stood where Marilyn first awoke.
“Audrey?”
“See Solomon. She already remembers my name. Even if she still pretends at this nonsense about being Marilyn Monroe, she at least has a little memory.”
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