THE FOURTH DAY
It was the heat that woke her up.
Without opening her eyes, Asuka tried to shift around to get out of the disgusting and hot groove she'd slept herself into, but her bed wasn't wide enough for that. She was drowning in warmth. And she was struck by a vague sense of deja vu, an irritating feeling of recurrence. Among the fractured dreams of battle and familiar faces closing in on her, she seemed to recall this exact scene: waking up from the uncomfortable heat.