No. I do not know how I got here either. [ He presses his lips together, drawing his mouth into a long thin line. ] I go to sleep in Chicago, wake up here in October.
[ A beat. ]
It is 1961 here.
[ Vasiliy leaves out the fact that it was also 1961 in October. He'll introduce that eventually, once she's gotten her bearings, he decides; all the while, his eyes remain on this "Natalie", assessing her movements, watching for the first sign of a threat. For all he knows, he interrogated this woman, and his own return to the livingβand subsequent arrival hereβwasn't an isolated incident. The faces are all a blur in his memory with few exceptions, single frames on a long flickering reel projected against the walls of his mind, passing by too quickly to be identified. ]
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[ A beat. ]
It is 1961 here.
[ Vasiliy leaves out the fact that it was also 1961 in October. He'll introduce that eventually, once she's gotten her bearings, he decides; all the while, his eyes remain on this "Natalie", assessing her movements, watching for the first sign of a threat. For all he knows, he interrogated this woman, and his own return to the livingβand subsequent arrival hereβwasn't an isolated incident. The faces are all a blur in his memory with few exceptions, single frames on a long flickering reel projected against the walls of his mind, passing by too quickly to be identified. ]