Page 3 of Places in Time
I was pretty sure the question was rhetorical because she was out of the car before I could even think about responding.
“Where are we—” The realization of where we were stopped me midsentence. “What the hell?”
The redhead poked her face into the car from the open door and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “You sure do curse an awful lot, Ethan. Tsk tsk.” She stood and closed the door.
“I thought this place got torn down twenty years ago,” I mumbled to myself.
“It did.”
Apparently she heard me. Through the closed car door. Even though she was standing at least ten feet away. And I could hear her too. Remarkably, that wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d experienced in the previous ten minutes.
“But right now is twenty-two years ago, so the studio is still here,” she finished.
There was an inherent inconsistency in that sentence but I understood her meaning. Great, my crazy abductor hallucination lady was making sense.
