“Would you like something to drink?”
“I… would I like a drink?” Eva checked her skirt. It was dry, no hint of blood. There was no pain in her middle, yet there was still a feeling of absence.
Putting it down to the nightmare she must have suffered, Eva rearranged herself. “Yes that would be lovely. Just a glass of water with plenty of ice.”
The flight attendant smiled, a condescending face that showed she was used to dealing with eccentrics in first class and turned away to fetch the drink. Eva looked around, pinching herself to make sure she was awake. Nothing had changed. The compartment was still silent, the businessmen mostly dozing.
In a moment, the attendant returned and handed her a glass full of ice.
“Thank you,” Eva said, trying to assume as normal a face as possible to show
