She poked him slightly on his arm. No response, he snored slightly instead.
She sighed and sat on the bed beside him.
Nadzieja was bored...fully awake at dawn.
She was pondering still about what she had found in Witold's notebook, still in her mind something was terribly wrong about those words she could not understand, but she would find answers by her own means.
She looked around again to see his room. Some things were different, how much time had it been? in her mind a few months...but it didn't seem that way in the "real world".
He looked definately older, more scruffy looking. Longer hair, a pseudo beard forming, thinner definately.
She wondered also how the others were, and she felt the craving to just leave and go to her place, but she did not want to be rude or worry Witold.
She laughed inwardly, in another time she would have not cared much about that. But ever since she regained herself from the world of the dead, she felt different...like a different person.
Different person, or the person she is supposed to be?
That is only something she can determine...in due time.
---End of Chapter---
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