Prologue
Dream/Vision
Date and Location Unknown
Jennifer quickly examined what she saw of the room before she got up any further. In front of her was a window with the shades closed, with a door to one side and a radiator underneath. This took up the majority of the space on the far wall. To the left was a table with chairs and two armchairs. On the right was a stenka and a TV on a stand. The TV was very old, or at least a very old fashioned style. I
have only seen TVs like that in old movies or movies taking place in
the mid 20th century. Why would there be a TV from the 60s here?
Her gaze and attention moved from what was in her
line of sight to the bed she was in. I
am in bed with someone. There
was a man in the bed, someone whom she did not recognize. She had no
dreamlike associations or insights of this man being a particular
person. But he was still asleep. I
need to figure out what is going on before he wakes up.
With fear rising in her body and her mind continuing to run, Jennifer took
the blankets off of her and cautiously got up.
Ne mogu.
I am not going to be able
to do this. ... I need to focus. She
struggled to figure out how this could make sense. In
a TV show, the character may have gotten drunk and gone home with
someone.
But that wouldn't work for her. Or
someone may have kidnapped me in the night.
It still seemed unlikely. I must
still be dreaming.
But she knew she needed to act as if this were real. She tried to
work out what she needed to do and found that instead of being
paralyzed with fear and uncertainty, she had some instincts, or
perhaps training, guiding her.
There is something unusual about my thoughts
... and my body. She put this
observation aside, however. She could not yet identify what was
different, and there were more important concerns.
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