He repeated her words, Kaylee waited uneasily for him to speak again, to move. "Please let me go," if she could have her hands back, not held behind her, she would feel less like she had been thrown back a month in time. Memories she would rather be without, they rose to the surface.
He released her, and the young woman immediately stepped away from him, turning around to see him. Only to find his face masked, dingy gray fabric marked with black moving shapes. "But, it's not night," she spoke without thinking, looking at the bright morning sunshine ahead. "I will, but I don't know how you want me to show you. It's just a water heater."