Madeleine took an unsteady step away from Aya, confused by what she was hearing from this woman. This woman who, like her, had recently woken from an icy coma of sorts. "Non," she said softly, barely audible. "Non, cela ne peut pas être," she mumbled to herself as she looked around, wide eyed with worry which was only increasing. "Désolé, sorry. It was 2025. How can it be 3001?""What are you talking about?" Aya questioned back, perplexed. But then she believed she may have figured it out.
"Do you think I mean that it's 2979 now? Don't worry, I know it's about 3000?...1. Yeah, 3001."