from high above
The girls at work were all worried about the headaches, even Paula and she usually told everyone to mind their own business. This was the third bad day in a row. It was the worst, by far. She’d tried to ignore it, but by mid-afternoon her colleagues were putting her in a taxi home. M’gann didn’t argue. It felt like the migraine was boring a hole in her temple.
She crawled up the stairs and fumbled with her keys before giving up and phasing straight through the door. M’gann solidified and leaned back to catch her breath. Dark spots pulsed through her vision. After a minute she felt her way to the refrigerator, but, thinking on it, she moved to the sink and drank straight from the tap. A blanket slowly, slowly, slowly made its way across the floor and onto her shoulders. The alien stroked the blanket gently before heading to the couch.
But she didn’t quite make it. There was a surge and M’gann dropped to the ground, clutching her head. It felt like the pain lasted for hours, but it was probably only a few minutes. Finally, the cloud dissipated a little. M’gann rolled onto her back and blinked. Then she blinked a little harder. There was a girl on her ceiling, and the alien was pretty sure she wasn’t a hallucination. “What,” she rasped. “What are you doing up there?”
