What was shown on the stage clicks into place and oh. It hits so very close to home. Time travel as a viable concept is pushed aside as her emotional responses continue to be front and centre. Whatever the woman’s words stir up in her can be ignored. it needs to be ignored. It isn’t going to be of use to anyone.

Her gaze drops to her hands. “Maybe he couldn’t bear to let you go.” Her voice is quiet, a little distant.

Quickly, she blinks and looks apologetically to the woman. “I’m sorry. It really isn’t my place to say anything like that.” Demeaning what’s been shared with her or the experience was not on Chloe’s agenda at all. Especially when it had been said that it wasn’t any kind of life she would want. Languishing in a computer, waiting to be uploaded once again…

“You were aware? When you were in the computer, I mean.” The way she describes it makes it sound like more than a means of storage.