[Barbara's chair wheels back, and she pushes the hair from her eyes. It's still disconcerting; one moment she's chatting with Zinda about flight plans, the next she's in a winter wasteland. Complete with a few months' extra memories.
So she doesn't do much, as she waits. She focuses on the memories as they integrate into who she is, orders her thoughts and reigns her emotions.]
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So she doesn't do much, as she waits. She focuses on the memories as they integrate into who she is, orders her thoughts and reigns her emotions.]