Her voice was still resonating in his head:
"Where are you talking from? The electrosphere? The New Cyn-agogue? Our home?" He felt exasperated.
"Far...very far...and if I don't speak, it's as if I no longer existed."
Her voice penetrated into the depths of his rocking skull and Golam could barely utter his words:
"Cynthia, Cynthia love..."
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine where she was coming from.
"Golam, would you ever consider marrying me?"
"Would you marry me?"
"Oh yes, I've always wanted to be with you. Forever. I'm in love with you."
"Since when? I thought that..."