"Hi, Soma," Nina said. "I think I've seen you around, too." Yes, now that she thought about it, the other young woman did look familiar. Nina wouldn't have easily forgotten such an uncommon and strangely beautiful sight as long, white-gray hair on a young woman. "My name is Nina, but if you hear the nurses talking about anyone called 'Klara,' it's probably me."

Her smile didn't fade, but it did become a little sadder, and more wry. Nina pushed her food around with a fork but didn't try to eat anything yet.

"How long have you been here? I woke up here not long ago."