The sudden juxtaposition of the two women filled Lindsay with vertigo. A confused wash of tainted déjà vu bubbled up from some drugged cerebral recess, and for a moment he thought he would pass out. When he revived he could feel that he had improved, as if some paralyzing sludge had trickled out of his head, leaving light and space. "Alexandrina," he said, feeling feebler yet somehow more real. "You’ve been time? All this here?"