Rewritten

Chapter 15

Daniel sits down across from a stainless steel desk. From his angle it looks like a solid slab of metal, which is not the case. It's hollow on the inside and wide open on Reva and Niyan's side. Niyan sits at the chair behind the desk and Reva stands next to her. The large, black and white abstract painting on the wall distracts Daniel as the door to the room is shut and disappears, soaking into the wall around it.

"Let's start," Niyan utters sourly. "What year were you born?"

Daniel looks away from the painting to a spot on the floor by the wall, to the right of the desk. He looks up and squints at Niyan. "Have you always been so careless?"

"Just ans-"

"No, I have family and friends that you took me away from. They are back there, probably looking for me. It's been a whole night!"

"Yes it has, answer the question." She crosses her pale arms over the table and leans forward.

"1929" He huffs.

"Good, you're cooperating. This will make things much easier." She looks down at the desk and taps a small circle he hadn't noticed before. A holographic board appears and Niyan checks something off on it, making a small note under it. She bites her bottom lip as she looks up. "Next question"

Reva taps her shoulder. She doesn't look away from Daniel. "Niyan, are you going to look through any logs, for confirmation?"

"I will, but not now." she smiles, a slight and menacing smile. She focuses her attention back to Daniel as his leg bounces in nervousness. "Current age?"

"25" Daniel mumbles like a confused child.

Again, Niyan checks something off and scribbles in a few notes. "Neighbourhood you grew up in?"

"A small town, northern states."

"Were woman in your era stereotyped as inferrer?"

"Regrettably, yes, but I have the upmost respect for woman." Niyan's wrist starts to glow under her sleeve. She pulls back the sleeve, revealing a wristband. A holographic message appears, only visible from Niyan's angle. She shakes her hand, reading it.

"I'm afraid we are going to have to cut this meeting short. News of a change in the timeline just came in. Probably from your magnificent Patsy." Niyan spat. "Escort Mr. Adams back to his dorm please, Reva."

"Okay, I think I'll keep an eye on him. I don't trust him."