"Henry," Inga whispered.
"Yes?" he asked her.
"I haven't had time to ask, but… are you- How are you?"
"I'm fine, Inga, really."
"Really? They held you prisoner."
"They didn't torture me, if that's what you're trying to ask. As far as I know, they weren't trying to kill me, at least not intentionally. If anything, it was boring."
"Not intentionally trying to kill you. Is that supposed to make it better?"
"Well, yes." Henry looked at Inga, who was staring across the room.
"Oh," she said.
"I'm sorry."
"No," she said, snapping out of her haze. "You shouldn't be."