"It's just Vassi, no mister. I already told you who and what I am."
"A time traveler from some distant future," she said.
"Most of your records disappeared in the final war. We want to pick up the traces. Best way to do that is to travel back in time."
"It sounds like such a long way. How long?"
If it was true, it was a miracle. If it wasn't ... Julia, you're a realist!
"It would be a meaningless term for you. It's an age, an eon away."
Julia sat down on the edge of the overstuffed chair. She noticed a faint layer of dust on the coffee table. The apartment looked messy with the bed out of the wall. Ever since the first visit to the doctor three weeks ago, she hadn't thought of cleaning.
"I'm afraid the apartment doesn't look very presentable."
"Aren't you comforted to know that the world has survived?"
"But I won't survive." She looked at the dust again. "You see, I don't do much entertaining."