Aneka Jansen stood amidst her own past and did not quite know what she should think or do. She was in the small bedroom in what had been Yrimtan’s quarters in the Prime City, and Yrimtan was her, or rather a duplicate of her, and this room was an exact replica of the bedroom Aneka had had in her parents’ house in Aldershot. That was back when she had been Human, a millennium ago. Twelve centuries for the world and three years for her. ‘Are you okay?’ Ella asked from the doorway. Aneka turned and looked around at the beautiful redhead who was looking concerned for her lover. Ella’s smile could light up the room, but she was not smiling now and Aneka really wanted her to. ‘I didn’t really look at this room when I rescued you from it. It’s a bit of a shock to see everything here, but… Actually, yeah, I’m good. I mean, in a way this is great. All my stuff is here, even Lara and Bengy.’ Ella grinned. Aneka’s heart lifted. Ella walked into the room and bent down beside the bookcase, which was one of the few pieces of furniture.
