she asked.
"It's 6948," he told her.
Her eyes widened and she looked at him with a startled glance. "Almost a thousand years," she said. "You are sure of the year?”
He nodded. "That is about the only thing that I am really sure of.”
"How is that?”
"Why, finding you here," said Gary, "and reviving you again. I still don't believe it happened.”
She laughed, a funny, discordant laugh because her muscles, inactive for years, had forgotten how to function rightly.
"You are Caroline Martin, aren't you?" asked Gary.
She gave him a quick look of surprise and rose to a sitting position.
"I am Caroline Martin," she answered. "But how did you know that?”