"It's been over a year," Newt had settled,she felt less a compulsion to bolt.

Mr. Rogers still didn't understand. She hopped up to sit on a prep table. "My daddy was the first to die..." Newt went on to tell about finding the alien crash and the face huggers, the way the colony was decimated within days. Of running even as her brother screamed for help as he was dragged away. She told of months alone, only the air ducts and small spaces being refuge. Of the marines and Ripley. Of waking here and Brisco and the disappearing one by one.

What nine year old wouldn't think they were at fault? Over a year of fear and loss with only two months of something close to happiness here. She saw it as starting all over again.

"I can't see better. Better is a short trick to make you feel safe befor the dying starts again.