09-21-2013, 02:36 PM
Or you could find me if you wanted to. Jon considered Nimeda's words. An invitation, perhaps, and a welcome one at that.
"I think I would very much like to see you again," he said to her. "Here or in the waking world."
He considered her question, and chuckled about his choice of garb when he first went to find the source of the noise he'd heard. A silly thing, really. Choice of clothing was pretty meaningless here when a thought could alter one's surroundings, or send one away to safety. "If it was a disturbance, it was a fortunate one," he said to her. "I am a legal advocate and in the waking world am travelling to Moscow. I am filing a lawsuit in the morning. But as I am already well prepared, this is a welcome diversion from work while my body sleeps on a very long and boring transatlantic flight."
Jon wondered how much time had passed since he'd first come here. He knew the flow of time differed from the waking world, but it wasn't so dissimilar that an hour here would translate to an entire night. At least he didn't think so. His plane probably hadn't even reached the halfway point of its flight.
Where was Nimeda in the waking world? Jon wondered if she was as oblivious of her own identity there as she was here. Perhaps she'd suffered some sort of accident and this affected her memory here as well as there. She had been here before, of that Bear was certain. Jon certainly hoped that wasn't the case for her sake. It was a terrible thing to lose one's memory. His Sooyee hadn't been able to remember his own name, at the end, let alone who Jon was...the Alzheimer's should have been treatable had the reservation been able to attract competent enough doctors.
"I wonder if there would be a way to meet as well in the waking world," Jon said to Nimeda. "Do you remember -- anything -- of yourself or where you were when you went to sleep?"
"I think I would very much like to see you again," he said to her. "Here or in the waking world."
He considered her question, and chuckled about his choice of garb when he first went to find the source of the noise he'd heard. A silly thing, really. Choice of clothing was pretty meaningless here when a thought could alter one's surroundings, or send one away to safety. "If it was a disturbance, it was a fortunate one," he said to her. "I am a legal advocate and in the waking world am travelling to Moscow. I am filing a lawsuit in the morning. But as I am already well prepared, this is a welcome diversion from work while my body sleeps on a very long and boring transatlantic flight."
Jon wondered how much time had passed since he'd first come here. He knew the flow of time differed from the waking world, but it wasn't so dissimilar that an hour here would translate to an entire night. At least he didn't think so. His plane probably hadn't even reached the halfway point of its flight.
Where was Nimeda in the waking world? Jon wondered if she was as oblivious of her own identity there as she was here. Perhaps she'd suffered some sort of accident and this affected her memory here as well as there. She had been here before, of that Bear was certain. Jon certainly hoped that wasn't the case for her sake. It was a terrible thing to lose one's memory. His Sooyee hadn't been able to remember his own name, at the end, let alone who Jon was...the Alzheimer's should have been treatable had the reservation been able to attract competent enough doctors.
"I wonder if there would be a way to meet as well in the waking world," Jon said to Nimeda. "Do you remember -- anything -- of yourself or where you were when you went to sleep?"