Where did yesterday go?

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wish that was the truth. I wish I couldn't hear the laughs, the cries, the whispers rushing around in this suffocating helmet. I wish I couldn't hear the tear of time as I continue to be pulled back further and further. Although I can't even tell if I'm moving at all, maybe space is moving past me and I'm staying still. Maybe this isn't even real, it sure doesn't feel real. I just feel numb and there is nothing I can do now.

I wonder what Sam would tell me right now. Probably something about how it will all be okay Olivia, just take a breath Olivia. Well we were okay, until that light. That weird light like a ray of sun peeking through clouds after a storm. Except minus the clouds and sun and put it in the middle of space. I've never seen anything like it and it looked at me. It sounds crazy, but it saw me. I could feel it it was hurting and asking for help. It doesn't make any sense, it was just light. I guess I'm already losing my mind. I mean I'm being pulled through space so what do you expect?

The stars are moving past me like flickers of light making it hard to concentrate on anything. Nothing to fix my eyes on anymore. My eyes are stinging and starting to close, at least the voices are getting quiet. I can't hold on much longer. Maybe I'll just rest for a bit. Maybe I'll dream and it will just be all over.

“How did you get in here?” says a deep angry voice. My eyes open and start to adjust to the soft light from the lamp now above my head. “Where am I?” I ask the strange voice. “How did you get in here?” he says even more hastily than before. At least I think he is a he, I don't see anyone, but things are still a blur. I'm lying on the floor in what seems to be a living room. I cautiously sit up and pull off my helmet so I can look around. The smell of coffee and pastries overwhelms me. I haven't smelled fresh coffee in years. It's like a dream, I'm back with my mom, she always made the best coffee, extra dark so you practically had to chew it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I remove my gloves and I can feel the cold hardwood floor beneath me as I push myself up. I glance to the right to see a tall, broad man. He looks confused, his hazel eyes are squinted and his brows are pressed together showing the wrinkles on his forehead. “Where am I?” I asked again, sleepy and weak I try to walk towards him. He steps back and replies “I'm going to call the police if you don't tell me what you are doing in here!” I hear a cow outside and I look through the window to my right to see a whole pasture of cows. I can even see a horse or two in the distance. I'm on a farm of some sort? How did I get here? I look back at him and slowly get the words out “I was in space.” I just stare at him as I point my shakey finger to the sky. He stares at me for a moment, looking at my suit. His expression changes to more of concern as he sits down in his large leather recliner as if to catch himself. After a few seconds of silence he calmly looks up at me and asks “Are you Olivia Archer?” Surprised I reply “Yes, but how would you know that?” He gets up and walks across the room to a drawer in his entertainment center. He opens it and reaches to the far back to grab a small envelope. He walks back over to me and slowly hands me the stained wrinkled old envelope. In a messy cursive, with a big spiral for the O it says “Olivia A.” I look back at him and back at the envelope. That's my handwriting.