A hush had settled over Russia in the ten years that she vividly remembers. In the coming days and weeks she'll have time to sort through her memories, the increasingly vivid flashes that had plagued her since that night with Dmitry. Now she knows the reason behind them, what they have been trying to tell her all along. It breaks her heart.

She does not want to go to work later. Isn't in the mood to deal with grimy glasses and grabby hands, but there isn't much in the way of alternatives. A job is a job, even here. It does what it is meant to. Besides the idea of staying at home alone with her thoughts holds little appeal.

"Yes. It's quite a lot," she nods in agreement, shaking her head slightly in wonder at the vastness of it all. "Not all of the history in books makes sense here. It's oddly fixated on this place, but the others here who are from the future, our future at least, they're a help."

The light changes and they cross the street. They're almost to the train station now. It's on the block up ahead, people emptying out of it in a steady enough stream that tells her a train just arrived in. She reaches out and touches him arm to still him just outside. "You have to tell me where you live," she rushes, looking up at him. "Before I go, after you've picked up your packet. You need to tell me where they've assigned you to live."