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"
You
felt
as
though
you
’
d
spent
a
long
time
in
the
tank
.
You
were
dead
right
.
Subjective
time
?
I
don
’
t
know
.
Years
,
easily
.
Maybe
a
decade
.
But
objective
time
—
the
time
that
passed
back
home
—
is
a
lot
clearer
.
It
took
Blue
Goose
one
hundred
and
fifty
years
to
reach
us
.
Even
if
you
turned
back
now
,
you
’
d
have
been
away
for
three
hundred
years
,
Thom
.
"
"
Katerina
,
"
I
said
,
her
name
like
an
invocation
.
"
Katerina
’
s
dead
,
"
Greta
told
me
.
"
She
’
s
already
been
dead
a
century
.
"
*
*
*
How
do
you
adjust
to
something
like
that
?
The
answer
is
that
you
can
’
t
count
on
adjusting
to
it
at
all
.
Not
everyone
does
.
Greta
told
me
that
she
had
seen
just
about
every
possible
reaction
in
the
spectrum
,
and
the
one
thing
she
had
learned
was
that
it
was
next
to
impossible
to
predict
how
a
given
individual
would
take
the
news
.
She
had
seen
people
adjust
to
the
revelation
with
little
more
than
a
world
-
weary
shrug
,
as
if
this
were
merely
the
latest
in
a
line
of
galling
surprises
life
had
thrown
at
them
,
no
worse
in
its
way
than
illness
or
bereavement
or
any
number
of
personal
setbacks
.
She
had
seen
others
walk
away
and
kill
themselves
half
an
hour
later
.
But
the
majority
,
she
said
,
did
eventually
come
to
some
kind
of
accommodation
with
the
truth
,
however
faltering
and
painful
the
process
.
"
Trust
me
,
Thom
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
know
you
now
.
I
know
you
have
the
emotional
strength
to
get
through
this
.
I
know
you
can
learn
to
live
with
it
.
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
straight
away
,
as
soon
as
I
came
out
of
the
tank
?
"
"
Because
I
didn
’
t
know
if
you
were
going
to
be
able
to
take
it
.
"
