Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 53

“Not quite,” he said. “This area looks familiar, but I’m not sure from where.” “Oh,” Nehra said, “but I picked a place you had been before. I thought it might be a good place to start.” Ulysses shot her an incredulous look. “Wait, what do you mean you picked a place that I had been to before? And what do you mean by a good place to start?” Nehra looked at him and cocked her head to the side. “I looked at your memories of your travels, and picked this place as a destination. You have fond memories of this area; I believe you call it Cambodia? You came here with your friends and made more friends here, like Giles. The one you were with at Burning Man when I met you.” Ulysses looked at her, his face drawn up in a scowl. “How did you look at my memories, Nehra? What else have you looked at, huh?” “Oh, well, l-lots of things,” she said. “I learned a lot about you, Ulysses. That’s why I decided to stay with you and ask you to come with me.” He took a step towards Nehra. “How? Are you psychic or something? In addition to being a fucking space alien?” Her brow furrowed. “You don’t need to shout at me,” Nehra said, squaring her shoulders. “What the fuck else do you expect me to do, huh? You think I can just take all this in stride and not having any fucking problems?” The two stood facing each other. Ulysses's breath was heavy and Nehra’s gaze was cold. They stood like that, staring each other down for several moments. “Ulysses, I will answer your questions, but no more shouting. Okay?” “Fine, whatever.”