"I do not know," the woman replied.
"How did we get here?"
"I do not know."
The man looked down over himself. He was attired as Peter Summers had
been aboard the space ship. There was no recognition or surprise in
his eyes. Simply acceptance, as if he'd known he would be attired in
precisely that way and would only have been surprised if he had found
himself naked or clothed in garments strange to him.
He looked at the woman and saw that she was also attired in garments
familiar to him. There was no need for him to recognize the garments
in a strict sense, for a knowledge of what they would be like had been
deeply grooved into his mind. His garments were as much a part of him
as his slightly heightened breathing and the calluses on his palms. And
so were the garments of the woman facing him with slightly widened eyes.
"I can remember so little," the man who resembled Summers said.
"Everything here is strange. I am quite sure that we have never been
in this place before. Do you also feel as if you have never been here
before?"