The word hung between them. Confirmation. Proof.
Another soul. Another traveller. "Indeed," he whispered. "Someone who remembers silicon circuits. Digital networks. Global communication."
"Wait, what did you say?" Nora got up, startled.
"You heard me right. You are a reincarned soul, aren't you?"
Realisation dawned on her face and was soon replaced by a horror. She quickly put on her guard, and she pulled out a dagger and pointed at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, don't be like that."
"And you?" Nora's eyes were intense now. "Where did you... come from?"
"From the states. Early twenty-first century," Jolthar disclosed. "You?"
"Middle east. Similar timeframe," she responded.
"You don't need to be so afraid of me, you know. I have known for a while, but I wanted to confirm after I talked to you."
