All quoted text is Maya's narration unless otherwise noted.

"They told me I'd never regain my memories."

Maya wades through a crowd of silhouettes, the brainwashed children clustered at the rim of the crater. Blimps shine searchlights down at her.

"They've pulled hundreds of people from cryopods, but no one ever had."

"But it never scared me, that everything and everyone I knew was gone."

Maya skids down the rocky crater rim.

"Even from my memories."

"Instead, I felt relieved."

Maya stands across from the crater from the probe, an oblong body with a large, biological mass, leaking fluid behind it.

"And that's what scared me."

"And as I slough off the drug, the probe welcomes me into its embrace."

Close up on Maya's face. Her eyes open.

The probe's awakens and extends 8 tendrils from its orifices, arranged circularly around a central window. The tendrils are a deep red.

The tendrils splay. Maya buckles from its psychic assault. Its voice echoes:

ARE YOU NAUGHTY OR NICE?

"...And it is delighted."

Maya glowers.

Maya, spoken: "Get out of my head."