Seven years prior
Alison woke up to loud coughing, she rolled on to her back and sighed. Alex must be sick again, she thought, pulling herself out of bed to check on him. Once she had reached his room, she walked over and checked her little brothers temperature. He rolled over on his side to face her.
looks like your sick Aluson said patting her little brother on the head. I'll run out and grab you some medicine, if you need anything wake up mom, okay?
Alison grabbed a light jacket and slipped out the door. She ran to the store, quickly grabbing a small bottle of NyQuil. After she left the store she began walking home, a little bit nervous since it was still dark. Suddenly a rough hand pulled her into a small alley, dealing a tough blow to her head, rendering her unconscious. The man took her wallet, and the bottle of medicine. While Alison was unconscious a beam off light pulled her up to a large spaceship hovering above the city.
Present time
Alison snuggled deeper into the comfortable bed, before rolling over, and face planting into hard tile flooring. She sat up scratching her head, wondering where she was.
She glanced up noticing others pushing their way out of the room, she quickly got up and followed. As she made her way through the crowd she noticed people doing peculiar things, like turning to metal, or making water appear out of thin air. Confused she tried making different gestures similar to what others were doing but nothing happened. Sighing, she ran into the closest store, grabbing a flannel shirt, a pink Floyd tshirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black sneakers, she also grabbed a small lighter that might come in handy if she needed a weapon. She ran into a change room to put on her clothes, shoving the lighter into her back pocket. Slipping out off the store she continued moving forward, not really paying attention to where she was going. I hope Alex is okay she muttered, just before bumping into someone.