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When Adam explained, "I've ... come in contact with something ... unprecedented since," everything fell into place for Anne. Of COURSE! "So you volunteered for some government project?"
He hesitated, his eyes searching her soul.
"It's ok," Anne reassured him, "I realise you're not free to talk about it, then."
He seemed relieved. "Let's just say I'm the only one left who came into contact with it and is still alive. That I know of, that is. It didn't happen here, you see."
Oh, for crying out loud, she'd all but forgotten he was Immortal. "What ... time frame are we talking here? Months, years, decades?"
"What a wonderful documentary this is. Shall we watch it?"
For a second, Anne was vexed at his reaction, then she remembered he was probably just trying to protect her. Which probably meant it wasn't exactly decades. So she tried, "Months, then. I see."
Adam smiled at her, offering no direct response, then he looked back at the screen.
She took another bit of carrot and munched it thoughtfully, before she remembered her manners, fetched her guest a glass, poured him some wine and settled down in her chair again. Quiet and comfy, at last, she fell asleep within half an hour.