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They used to try to walk her home. Everybody got walked home until 4th grade. Newt always ran through the corridors. She liked to run, and she always knew where she was going. After a while of people who were supposed to walk her home showing up late and puffing, they gave up and let her just get home on her own.

Holding her pass on her necklace up to the lock, she went inside home. Instantly, bright blue eyes were looking for Ripley.

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So quiet.

It was so quiet here.

The fan in her room with  it’s endless deep whirring had always helped hide the sounds of the  monsters that came near, not knowing she was there. She loved that fan,  needed that fan to help her pretend that she couldn’t hear the  monsters, but her head was so tired of that sound.

Instead of  the endless deep whir of her fan, there was only the hum of the heater  that she could barely hear.  Instead of the sounds of monsters clumping  around on metal above and around her, there was mostly quiet.

Sleep had come fast and deep.  Heavy as it was it, could not overcome the child’s primitive reaction as the adult came near.  Newt kicked out once, sounds of protest coming from her throat as she tried to drag her sleepy thoughts to wakefulness.

“Nnnnnnn.  Nnnnnn!

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The room was too big.  It was just too big.  Her eyes were so tired as she looked up again at the camera that went back and forth.  Ripley was there looking somewhere.  She’d promised.

But the room was too big.  Newt wanted to get up and go back to her own room.  It was littler.  Safer.  She got up out of the bed and looked around the room.  It was so dark, everything was blue where the heater wasn’t.

The only place that wasn’t too big was under the bed.  She scooted underneath, then reached up and pulled the blanket down the side until she was hidden from the room.  It was safe everywhere she could see in the little fort she’d made under the bed.  It was cold though, and she got back up to take the heater underneath with her.  The heat poured over her as she curled up on the floor.  It was nice.  She pressed Casey’s hard face against her chest.  Everything else changed, but Casey stayed the same.  Casey knew what she knew. had seen what she’d seen.

Newt wondered if everyone was going to be dead when she woke up.  She was going to miss Ripley.   She was so sad thinking about it as she went to sleep.

a  gun  in  ripley’s  hand  meant  a  new  kind  of  hope.    hicks  was  absolutely  patient  and  absolutely  useful;   he  was  such  a  good  soldier.    even  she  understood,   in  all  her  fury,   in  all  her  determination  knew  that  she  needed  some  rest  if  she  was  going  to  get  out  of  here.    there’s  no  better  time,  with  gun  in  hand  to  check  in…   and  join  newt.   a  little  power  nap.   something  refreshing  to  help  keep  up  with  survival,   especially  since  hicks  is  the  only  other  level-headed  and  competent  person  here.    no  wait —     newt  is  too.   

ripley’s  heart  absolutely  stops  for  a  few  seconds  when  she  walks  in  and  doesn’t  find  newt  on  the  bed.    it’s  outstanding  how  quickly  you  can  come  to  care  for  certain  people;   she  doesn’t  panic,   it’s  just  a  small  fright.   she  didn’t  forget  how  she  found  newt.   the  kid  is  capable.    ripley  just  sets  the  gun  down  and  walks  around  the  room  slowly  before  the  bed  catches  her  eye  again.    she  gets  down  on  one  knee  to  peer  underneath.    a  small  smile  of  relief.    there’s  newt,  

“   —    hey,   sweetheart.    there  you  are.   ”       ripley  whispers,   crawling  under  the  bed  herself.    she  doesn’t  try  picking  newt  up,   doesn’t  try  urging  her  onto  bed;   ripley  just  quietly  understands.    it  does  feel  safer  under  here.

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Sabotage

The room was too big.  It was just too big.  Her eyes were so tired as she looked up again at the camera that went back and forth.  Ripley was there looking somewhere.  She’d promised.

But the room was too big.  Newt wanted to get up and go back to her own room.  It was littler.  Safer.  She got up out of the bed and looked around the room.  It was so dark, everything was blue where the heater wasn’t.

The only place that wasn’t too big was under the bed.  She scooted underneath, then reached up and pulled the blanket down the side until she was hidden from the room.  It was safe everywhere she could see in the little fort she’d made under the bed.  It was cold though, and she got back up to take the heater underneath with her.  The heat poured over her as she curled up on the floor.  It was nice.  She pressed Casey’s hard face against her chest.  Everything else changed, but Casey stayed the same.  Casey knew what she knew. had seen what she’d seen.

Newt wondered if everyone was going to be dead when she woke up.  She was going to miss Ripley.   She was so sad thinking about it as she went to sleep.

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All the Way Home

School was good.  School was very good.  Today they’d got to paint.  Newt had painted their house with it’s round dome roof and the two other pods.  The wood fence had been tricky, but she’d gotten the curve just right, she thought.  Deep blue sky, pale pink clouds.  Colorstalks grew in bushes up the walk.  In the window, there was her mom smiling and waving out.

Newt didn’t wad her picture up in her bag.  She wanted it to stay nice, so she put on her pack and carried her painting in her hand.  She burst outside into a bunch of noisy kids and found her transport.  All the way home, she looked out the window.  They’d lived here a while, but she hadn’t gotten used to how nice it all was, and Newt watched out the window the whole way, just liking it.

They dropped her at her driveway.  She watched the windows as she ran up, thinking about showing her mom how good her painting was.

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I was watching the a documentary on the making of Alien when I captured this off the screen.  At first glance, I thought “Ripley is so damn badass” then the camera zoomed out and I realized that it was between shots.  This is Sigourney herself being a badass.  This is her listening to the director Ridley Scott.

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She stopped pulling.  Ripley always listened.  Still, sometimes it was hard to talk, but Ripley always waited.   Take a deep breath, said the teacher’s voice in her head.  Choose some words.  And Newt did, looking right at Ripley’s deep brown eyes.  When she drew Ripley in school, she always looked for the darkest brown to draw Ripley’s eyes.

“Hicks.  Let’s go get Hicks.”

An alarm sound suddenly blatted, and she stepped in close to Ripley, holding on around her middle.

“ATTENTION : EMERGENCY.  CHEMICAL SPILL IN THE HANGER. THE HANGER IS NOW IN FULL SPACECRAFT LOCK DOWN.  HANGER PERSONNEL WILL STAY AT THEIR STATIONS.  REQUIRED EVACUATION IN SECTIONS E AND D. “ 

The alarm sounded, each angry honk making her heart beat faster.

“Ripley.” Newt swallowed hard.  Take a deep breath.  Find some words.

“This is like when they came to my house.”

Alien : Migration

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Gateway Station

Orbit : Earth

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Aliens (1986) dir. James Cameron

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A person ran past the door.  She hadn’t seen anyone moving at that speed for a while.  Newt felt prickles along the back of her neck.  But they kept telling her she was safe here.  She watched her friend Ripley, and she seemed fine.  Newt made herself take a big breath like they were always telling her in her special class.

“Alright.” she agreed about sandwiches and messes. Newt got down to work, being very not messy.  Two or three minutes into her work, she went to wash her hands from the meat,  Before her hand actually touched the handle, she felt the heat and slowed down.  With a rag that sizzled, she turned the handle and steaming hot water came out.  Just like before.  Just like before.  It felt like things were blowing up in her head.  Without even turning the water off, she ran after Ripley’s voice.

Once she got to the woman, she grabbed her arm and started to pull.

Alien : Migration

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Short Hiatus : Broke my Leg

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Ripley’s face was really good.   Her smile had lots of bright white teeth, and Newt knew she could stay like she wanted. 

Ripley kissed her head, and she knew extra that her friend wanted her there.  Off they went.  Newt followed close.

‘ you KNOW, you can still help me.  being seven means nothin’,  baby.  ’

“I can make samwiches!”  She thought up, Newt liked  doing that.

‘ are you HUNGRY?  ’

“I could make one more and have it.” That seemed like a good idea. “I'll make a big one for you.” Newt stuck two fingers through Ripley’s belt loop, then let her go.

Alien : Migration

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This starts slowly, but just keeps getting better and better.  Weaver comes in at 1:35.