Matthew
I scrutinize the room, experiencing Déjà vu, and stand, handing the picture back to Celeste. I think I've been in this room before—not anytime recently, but I believe I've been here at one time or another. Wordlessly I exit the bedroom, stepping into the open-concept living-room and kitchen, and the inkling of Déjà vu grows nearly overwhelming. I remember sitting in this living-room with a group of rebels a few times a few years ago—all the curtains and blinds were kept closed so we couldn't see outside and so the outside couldn't see in. This apartment used to belong to rebels that I had contact with. Ultimately I decided not to join this rebel group but I have encountered them during some rebellions. No animosity whatsoever. We had different strategies to reach our goals but the
