“Iwokeup，Isay，becausethegirlhadstoppedfanningme。Iwasnotsurprisedtofindmyselfthereoranythingofthatsort，youunderstand。IdidnotfeelIhadfallenintoitsuddenly。Isimplytookitupatthatpoint。WhatevermemoryIhadofTHISlife，thisnineteenth-centurylife，fadedasIwoke，vanishedlikeadream。Iknewallaboutmyself，knewthatmynamewasnolongerCooperbutHedon，andallaboutmypositionintheworld。I’veforgottenalotsinceIwoke——there’sawantofconnection——butitwasallquiteclearandmatteroffactthen。“
Hehesitatedagain，grippingthewindowstrap，puttinghisfaceforwardandlookingupatmeappealingly。
“Thisseemsboshtoyou？“
“No，no！“Icried。“Goon。Tellmewhatthisloggiawaslike。“
“Itwasnotreallyaloggia——Idon’tknowwhattocallit。Itfacedsouth。Itwassmall。Itwasallinshadowexceptthesemicircleabovethebalconythatshowedtheskyandseaandthecornerwherethegirlstood。Iwasonacouch——itwasametalcouchwithlightstripedcushions-andthegirlwasleaningoverthebalconywithherbacktome。Thelightofthesunrisefellonherearandcheek。