“Well, last night I was on this… rocket ship? But it wasn’t moving. It was stationary, in orbit above Earth maybe? I’m not sure what it was. Perhaps I was on the moon, I don’t know. Anyway, I was high above the Earth lookin’ at it, just watching it. But then, the sun expanded and the Earth blew up.”
“No wonder you woke up crying and couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Oh, no! no! no! No one was living on Earth anymore. The planet, it was deserted. I got the impression that it was very far in the future and all the people had colonized other planets or something. But you know what was scary? I looked at my reflection in the window, and I didn’t see my own face. I knew it was me, but I looked completely different. Face, height, hair, everything. I had this short black haircut, sort of like Audrey Hepburn’s haircut in that movie, Roman Holiday, and I was wearing all black, like I was in mourning.”
Dr. Smith pictures her as she has described herself, and it is not an unpleasant picture, though he really does like this version of her very much. Who is he kidding? He’d liked her with that face and hair. She could even have trophy-handle ears and a big nose and he’d think she was brilliant.
