"Nobody explained it yet?" She looked from Nanshe to the guy, and then back. "You really are new."
Annabelle closed her sketchbook and stuffed it in her messenger bag, then folded her hands on the table and thought about the best way to say all of this.
"You were kidnapped. By aliens. We all were. And... we don't really know why, or even how, but... they seem to have taken people who were special. Or different."
I'm Morpheus.
Annabelle considered that. She'd read some books with Morpheus in them, but something told her that he didn't mean the Neil Gaiman character. He meant the real deal, didn't he?
"You mean, like... as in god of dreams?"
Because that made a lot of sense.
Her eyebrows drew into a line. "I don't know if that's how I pictured you. Aren't you... don't you have wings? And..." She picked up her right hand and gestured to her forehead with a charcoal-coated hand. "... poppies. A crown of poppies?"
She'd get to the rest in a minute. Why that made sense. Why she was here. How bad it could all be...