-30 minutes later- (Helga's P.O.V.)
I never felt this sore yet strangely I am completely fine. I could smell the faint scent of chocolate, and coffee as well, could hear my soft breathing, yet it's accompanied by another person, due to his quiet breathing through I could hear a slight sigh here and there. My skin could feel the rough yet soft fabric below me, and judged it to be one of these sofas as I was enclosed on one side.
I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in a living room, noticing that lights was on, through I could see the enveloping of the night through windows. I was briefly confused to why I was back on the surface, when I suddenly remembered what happened in my last moments in the volcano, and exhaled a sigh. "Glad to see you awake. I was concerned there for a second when your breathing changed.". A slightly exotic yet smooth voice replied, confirming my suspicion that the person is a man. I looked over to take in the smiling stranger who has obviously taken me into his home, sitting in a cushioned chair, and I furrowed my brow slightly as the clothes seemed out of place yet it seems to suit him somehow, due to his skin tone, and his features.
I softly asked, "Where am I?". The man frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look as it is if he was trying to find the right words to explain my situation. He replied, "You're in America, specifically, in California.".
I nodded as my other suspicion was confirmed as well, as I am back on the surface. "And what is the date?". The man grimaced at that, and sighed lightly. with a glance at a wall clock. "December 7, and the year...is 2014.". I widened my eyes at that, as I realized I have passed 100 years of time, and I am still young. How is that possible?
"How did I get here?". I spoke desperately. The man frowned further at that, "I'm afraid I have no idea, but you're impossibly young, plus you're a woman I know from history, thanks to your army experience. I am the Deputy Sheriff of my town, and the name is Pita, Pita Crestwood. Your name is Helga Sinclair, correct?".
I smiled, "Lieutenant Helga Sinclair at your service. Nice to meet you, Mr. Crestwood.". Mr. Crestwood chuckled, "In this century, we call people by first name. You can call me Pita.". I nodded, and glanced to see two cups on a tabletop, and Pita noticed, smiled, picked up one of the cups, spoke, "I knew people of your expertise depends on coffee, so I figured you could use a drink. It's decaf.". He moved the cup of coffee towards me as I slowly got up upright, still resting my back upon the cushions behind me, and received it.
I raised a eyebrow as I drank it, the flavor pungent yet a bit strong, and replied, "Very good.". Pita only nodded and drank his cup of chocolate as I smelt the scent wafting from it. A meow met my ears, and I looked over to see a red-pelted cat almost looking like a fox climbing down the stairs.
"Ah, that would be Tod, my companion and pet. Hey, buddy, did the smells wake you up?". Pita smiled as the aforementioned Tod got closer, silent with a sniff here and there, and leaped into Pita's chair, mewed loudly in a demanding tone. Pita chuckled sheepishly, and grabbed a bowl of cream or milk from another tabletop, and placed it before Tod's mouth, "Only the best cream for you, Tod.". Tod went to lick it up as the bowl held up with Pita's left hand, and within his right hand, Pita kept sipping from his cup.
"I suspect that I will be awake all morning as the shock hasn't fully settled in yet.". I responded, and Pita smiled, "All the better as today is my day off for it's a Sunday. I shall help you, ma'am.".
I smirked, "Just call me Helga.". Pita chuckled, "Barely 15 minutes since you woke up, and you are settling in fairly well.". I held up my cup, and nodded as my thoughts about this situation filtered through my mind. In a house, in a different century, a different time, the technologies must be very developed by now. I can see that Crestwell is a clear-minded person, not like that traitor. At least, I will have help with everything yet I knew he will respect my privacy.