“I’m sorry, I don’t remember much. My memory’s been erased. Did you bring me here before?”
“We’ve spoken before,” she says, walking ahead of you into the living room with the lamp. There’s a long black cord trailing on the floor behind her, all the way from her headset back up the stairs. She stops and turns around to face you. “But this is not a place. I am touching your mind.”
“Am I in transit?” you ask. “What is all this?”
“No, you are still where you were, for the moment. These are only images, impressions, to approximate the totality.”
“So my condition is still getting worse? How much time do I have?”
“Enough time,” she says, sitting down in a chair.
“So can you help me?”
“I may need your help.”
“I’m not in a good position to help anyone, right now,” you say frankly.
“You will need Milo’s Eye,” she says. “I will help you get it. Take Lydia to the Analytics Office.”
You blink. Vireen, Lydia, and Doctor Rovvak are all staring at you expectantly.
“What’s it saying?” Lydia asks, after a long silence.
You glance at the handset’s screen. “Call ended. Duration: 0s.”
What do you do now?