"I do not know."
The man looked down over himself. He was attired as Peter Summers had been aboard the space ship. There was no recognition or surprise in his eyes. Simply acceptance, as if he'd known he would be attired in precisely that way and would only have been surprised if he had found himself naked or clothed in garments strange to him.
He looked at the woman and saw that she was also attired in garments familiar to him. There was no need for him to recognize the garments in a strict sense, for a knowledge of what they would be like had been deeply grooved into his mind. His garments were as much a part of him as his slightly heightened breathing and the calluses on his palms. And so were the garments of the woman facing him with slightly widened eyes.
"I can remember so little," the man who resembled Summers said. "Everything here is strange. I am quite sure that we have never been in this place before. Do you also feel as if you have never been here before?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, I do. It is very strange."
"It is a very large room."
"Very large. There is something frightening about it. All of those instruments...."
"They are not navigational instruments. I am quite sure of that. We are no longer on board the ship."
"Were we ever?"
"Yes, I am sure we were once. On board a large ship traveling through space."