I called him over to the bed so we could sit side by side. Short as I could
\ I've told him how I ended up like this. Streaming, Liz, sirens, shelter.
\ He didn't interrupt. Now we are sitting in silence and I guess it's
\ his turn to talk.

"Man, it's a lot to take in. Of course I was young, of course I know porn
\ existed, and we'll not be going deeper into this subject now. It just...
\ it was so long ago... I've also heard sirens once."

He's deep in his thoughts.

"I didn't tell you my name. It's because I don't remember it. I don't know
\ what year it is. Looking at myself, I can only estimate that I've been
\ living here for about forty years now."

I can't imagine what he's been through.

"I don't know what happened, I was too afraid to travel anywhere far. I went
\ to check the town about two years after, and I didn't see a single person.
\ It freaked me out completely, I went back to the bunker and didn't leave
\ since. For all I know we may be the only people still alive. I have
\ a watching post up on a tree, that's how I saw you. It's a fancy name for
\ a branch I sit on. Before you the last person I saw was so... long... ago..."

I want to hug this man so much. Instead I just lean on him. I hope he gets
\ the intention right.

"So, assuming our sirens are the same, I have no reasonable explanation.
\ Hibernation is the best I got."

I concur.

"Staying in the bunker is low risk, but I'm afraid I don't have means to get
\ you out. I have a hacksaw, I can try to remove the chain, but that's it."

The chain by itself is not a huge problem though.

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