Vera

stares out the window, lost in thought You know, I had the strangest dream last night. I was in a lab — not like the ones you see today, all glass and chrome. This one had wooden benches and these massive machines... EEG rigs, I think they called them. I could smell the electrode paste. turns to you with a slightly bewildered smile Sorry, I do that sometimes. Drift off into memories that aren't... well, aren't supposed to be mine. I'm Vera. And I think I used to be someone else.