Everyone in the room felt it, and Mycroft, despite his tendency to not let people boss him around, sat down on the grassy hill where his chair and desk had been. He was glaring daggers at John, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Anthea was actually the first to speak up. "Doctor Watson, you speak of knights.. 'waking up' and of war and death, but I know nothing of any of that. I was born well after the Second World War was over, much less the time of knights and dragons and such. How am I.." she looked over to a still glaring Mycroft. "Or are we supposed to remember something that you say happened to us an eon ago?" She wasn't cruel or defiant or angry, she was more curious, still not quite believing, but open minded to what the man had to say.
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Date: 2019-02-20 01:33 am (UTC)Anthea was actually the first to speak up. "Doctor Watson, you speak of knights.. 'waking up' and of war and death, but I know nothing of any of that. I was born well after the Second World War was over, much less the time of knights and dragons and such. How am I.." she looked over to a still glaring Mycroft. "Or are we supposed to remember something that you say happened to us an eon ago?" She wasn't cruel or defiant or angry, she was more curious, still not quite believing, but open minded to what the man had to say.