I promise you, Julian, she is your friend, and she is human, I hope you won’t doubt it much longer. I know of those doubts, and I know that Sarah shares them with you. No, I cannot read your minds, but I am a logical being. I can see that you question all that I have told and shown you when we met. After all, I told you a tall tale: I am not surprised you are thinking of other explanations, that, perhaps, I am a fraud. But the story is true. 

I preserved all that could be preserved of Melissa’s thoughts and dreams. And when you meet her in the flesh, you will know, and all your doubts will disappear. The reason why this is difficult has to do with the way Melissa’s body exists here. It is not exactly in the dimensional physical space you inhabit, Julian. This is one of the complications of her being alive, and no longer subject to the entropy you call ageing. It is hard to explain because your physics and biology are still at an early stage of development. Giving you a credible interpretation of where she is and how she can interact with you is a difficult task, and it will take a little longer. 

However, when your mind is at rest, she can talk to you as I can, and you have seen her face – her face of now. Although we had to transpose you somehow into an environment that presented no risk for either of you: your sweet memory of a place you loved, the old library.

There is something I wish to confess to you: “confessing” I think, is the right term in our circumstances. I care a lot for both of you, and I will never do anything that could hurt either of you, or anyone you love. So, rest assured Melissa and you, and your sister, and Sarah are very safe with me. I see it as my duty to look after you.

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