[OOC: I am so sorry for the delay in this. I'd meant to respond to this ages ago]
Since her arrival Monica had taken the time to analyze her situation as best she could. She observed those around her and engaged with others through face to face interactions. And now - weeks later - while she hadn’t given up on proving her initial theory true - she had begun to think that what she’d been told might be true. As much as she’d like to blame the enemy that she knew, Monica was smart enough to know that its was quite possible this was out of the government’s wheelhouse. That this could very well be an alternate reality. A reality where she had not previously existed. And if that was true it was a damn shame that she was the only one from home that was given the opportunity to see it.
As she took - what had become part of her daily routine - a walk in the park she allowed her thoughts to wander to those she had left behind. Something that she had been advised early on not to do if she ever wanted to find peace here. But Monica simply couldn't do that. She would often consider the odds that they had survived and made it out of New Mexico. Or if they had been caught. And it was as she was considering those odds again that she heard a familiar voice. A voice that she continued walking towards in order to prove whether or not her mind was playing tricks on her.
Talk about timing, Monica mused when her eyes confirmed that the voice belonged to her partner. As she proceeded to close the distance between them she yelled out an answer the question that had alerted her to his presence, “I’m here, John.”