Deb's eyes widened. From Florida to Switzerland, from 2008 to 2030. Despite what she'd been told, Debra was still hesitant to believe it all. She could have been hit on the back of the head in her apartment, drugged, kidnapped... the possible scenarios rotated quickly through her head. Deb pulled the coat closer to her, suddenly feeling very exposed.
This man -- Eliot, he said -- seemed a little too amused at her predicament. She narrowed her eyes and studied him hard as he spoke, trying to see if she could read the thoughts behind his eyes, his reactions.
"Debra." For some reason, she didn't mind giving her real name. "Where were you?"