' where am I?' I thought while looking around, though not much could be seen from the dark spots in my vision, 'in the lab'I was reading a book on quantum entanglement' I don't knowmy head hurtshow could that be, I'm in my last semester for my masters

  The room was familiar, ' the same one I had been in for the past two years in Universitywhat foster home? I'm 22

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  I look out the window, feeling a sense of vertigo as the scenes of late night New-York traffic gives way to the dark of a suburban London neighborhood. Like a vision of what my brain expected to see outside, losing to what my eyes said was actually there.

  Who am I? 'a womana studentI amEliza BlankFay.'