Over the course of the few days, since her arrival back at the hut she share with Jonathan and the present moment, Selina had been getting very little sleep. Her mind worked over the facts relentlessly and it wouldn't let up. Thus she slept very little. She was concerned about the other city and why the others were here in this one. Apparently there was protection here. She had yet to meet the one responsible for creating this small colony but perhaps she should make the effort. She wondered of he would cast her out like Belia did at the mere mention of starting a new colony. Perhaps Selina had been a bit forward with the information, but she didn't like to waste precious time. Especially when it seemed they didn't have a lot of it to begin with.
She lay on her cot, curled up in a fetal position, staring blankly out at the room. Her mind raced and she was exhausted, but she knew she wouldn't sleep. This world had changed so much since she'd ventured out of the sanctuary, and she wasn't sure what exactly to make of it. She did know that she had stability here. She didn't believe Jonathan would abandon her, and she knew she could count on him to be there just in case anything happened.
The night was warm, and inviting. And just when Selina closed her eyes to try to make herself sleep the ground itself began to shake violently. Her eyes opened and widened, and before she could get up to see what was going in she was literally thrown out of her cot and onto the floor.