Miku shook his hand and nodded. She'd remember the name, just in case, she decided, "I'm not sure, I went to bed last night, just like always, and woke up here." She looked at him from beneath her lashes, their handshake no more than a quick touch before hers came back and rested below the table in her lap.

"It's not even the same year, or even the same country..." she said, and that look of puzzlement reappeared on her face. Miku nibbled at a piece of bread-covered jam, and kept her eyes on her conversation companion's chin. She didn't know anyone with facial hair quite like his.