"Umm... this is my daughter, Horizon. I'm so sorry..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Mr. Anderson. She's just being herself, I assume," Morpheus said.
"Yes, we don't understand her sometimes," Elena glanced nervously at her daughter. "She's quite the interesting one."
"I think it's wonderful," Neo still stared into the girl's eyes. He knew those eyes so well. They matched his, as well as his hair. There was no doubt in his mind about who the Oracle had sent them to find.
Mr. Anderson stuttered. "Well-well, we're sorry to rush the two of you, but we're going to be going out to dinner soon."
"We understand," Morpheus and Neo stood up. They shook hands with the family and Mr. Anderson showed them the door. As they walked down the hallway towards the elevator, they began discussing the short visit at the Andersons' apartment.
"They were lying about dinner," Morpheus said.
"How do you know that?"
"He had an expression on his face that showed he was lying. The whole family was just so nervous. I wouldn't blame them. Parallel worlds... we thought they never existed."
Neo stayed silent.
"I know for a fact that you weren't listening. You were observing that girl, Horizon."
Neo nodded. "She looks a lot like me, and she's quiet... and Elena seemed to be afraid of her, as well as Mr. Anderson. You did notice her pulling away when he tried to touch her, of course?"
"Yes, it was quite noticeable."
"And that thing she said, 'I must be dreaming'. She seems to be searching."
They stepped into the elevator, and the doors began to close, but somebody stopped them. The girl, Horizon. She was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. She stepped into the elevator beside Morpheus and Neo.
"I had to go get some groceries," she said quietly. "That's all."
How awkward this seemed to them. They didn't know her well enough, so they couldn't decide whether she always acted this way or not.
The elevator stopped at the ground floor. "It was nice meeting you," she said as they exited the elevator. She bumped into Neo on accident. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She looked into his eyes again. He noticed a look of fear and pain in those beautiful eyes. "It's alright, no harm done."
She walked out the door and turned the corner, and then she was gone. "Don't worry, you'll see her again. We will find a way," Morpheus seemed to read his mind. "Or she will. She knows, you can tell."
Neo felt something in his hand. He opened it, and there was a little piece of paper, a note in it. He unfolded it. In her handwriting, it said, I am dreaming, aren't I?
He folded it again and put it away. "You're right. She does know. We must wake her."
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Mr. Anderson. She's just being herself, I assume," Morpheus said.
"Yes, we don't understand her sometimes," Elena glanced nervously at her daughter. "She's quite the interesting one."
"I think it's wonderful," Neo still stared into the girl's eyes. He knew those eyes so well. They matched his, as well as his hair. There was no doubt in his mind about who the Oracle had sent them to find.
Mr. Anderson stuttered. "Well-well, we're sorry to rush the two of you, but we're going to be going out to dinner soon."
"We understand," Morpheus and Neo stood up. They shook hands with the family and Mr. Anderson showed them the door. As they walked down the hallway towards the elevator, they began discussing the short visit at the Andersons' apartment.
"They were lying about dinner," Morpheus said.
"How do you know that?"
"He had an expression on his face that showed he was lying. The whole family was just so nervous. I wouldn't blame them. Parallel worlds... we thought they never existed."
Neo stayed silent.
"I know for a fact that you weren't listening. You were observing that girl, Horizon."
Neo nodded. "She looks a lot like me, and she's quiet... and Elena seemed to be afraid of her, as well as Mr. Anderson. You did notice her pulling away when he tried to touch her, of course?"
"Yes, it was quite noticeable."
"And that thing she said, 'I must be dreaming'. She seems to be searching."
They stepped into the elevator, and the doors began to close, but somebody stopped them. The girl, Horizon. She was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. She stepped into the elevator beside Morpheus and Neo.
"I had to go get some groceries," she said quietly. "That's all."
How awkward this seemed to them. They didn't know her well enough, so they couldn't decide whether she always acted this way or not.
The elevator stopped at the ground floor. "It was nice meeting you," she said as they exited the elevator. She bumped into Neo on accident. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She looked into his eyes again. He noticed a look of fear and pain in those beautiful eyes. "It's alright, no harm done."
She walked out the door and turned the corner, and then she was gone. "Don't worry, you'll see her again. We will find a way," Morpheus seemed to read his mind. "Or she will. She knows, you can tell."
Neo felt something in his hand. He opened it, and there was a little piece of paper, a note in it. He unfolded it. In her handwriting, it said, I am dreaming, aren't I?
He folded it again and put it away. "You're right. She does know. We must wake her."