It's with great trepidation that she takes a sip only to discover that dream champagne is as good as if not better than real champagne.
Maybe this is no dream. He did say something about two and a half years.
"I do not want to be here for two and a half years." Even if -- as unbelievable as it sounds -- time does not pass "outside" when she is here, she will still have two and a half years of different experience. How can she possibly go back to anything after that much time?
Right now, nothing makes sense. Not Sam, not the bar he talks to, not the window she refuses to look at, not the wall without a door where one should be, not the champagne in her glass, and not the nagging feeling that this is either wrong or a game of some kind.
That last one is something she's felt with increasing frequency the past week.
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Maybe this is no dream. He did say something about two and a half years.
"I do not want to be here for two and a half years." Even if -- as unbelievable as it sounds -- time does not pass "outside" when she is here, she will still have two and a half years of different experience. How can she possibly go back to anything after that much time?
Right now, nothing makes sense. Not Sam, not the bar he talks to, not the window she refuses to look at, not the wall without a door where one should be, not the champagne in her glass, and not the nagging feeling that this is either wrong or a game of some kind.
That last one is something she's felt with increasing frequency the past week.