Dream/Vision (3 December 1963, Moscow)
“Son', idi syuda i sadis'.” (Sonya, you should come in and eat.)
Sergey's voice brought Jennifer out of her thoughts, but did not startle her. I guess I have run out of time to look at the ids. I have what I can get from them anyway. I need to get information from this man. She put down what she was looking at and made her way to the kitchen.
The kitchen was small, but did include a table on which to eat. She sat down next to the dishes which were clearly lain out for her. Eggs and porridge. He knows what I eat. I am not sure what I expected, or what is normal, though. She tried the food in front of her. It was not identical to what she was used to, but it was still good.
They ate together in silence. While this prevented her from revealing who she was, it made it difficult for her to determine with whom she was sitting. This did, however, give Jennifer time to think about her situation. She wondered if she should tell this man she was not who he thought she was. Every time she thought of opening her mouth to talk about it, however, she found she didn't know what to say.
It is strange. Everything about this world seems to fit me. Or rather, everything about me seems to fit this world. I am clearly not who I was.
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