If that was what they were working with, then their farming efforts really had expanded. Of course they had, though, it had been half a decade that she'd been gone. Everything had changed.

Was this what it felt like to wake up from a long coma? To have missed the world changing around you and be the only who noticed how weird everything was? Not odd or strange, but... uncomfortably different and foreign at times. Only, of course, people in a coma didn't usually endure psychological and physical torture, so the comparison ended there.

Rogue glanced up at the skylight above the bed, with the stars shining just as they always had. When was the last time she'd really gotten to look at the stars?