Pompeii, Italy
AD 52
I see the woman. She is alone in the room.
It is later, midday.
She is moving around, with a brush-like thing, clearing the settled dust from various objects around the room. She looks with fondness upon me, and looks carefully at my eyes.
She speaks out loud, but to herself.
I shouldn't be so hard on him. He does try. And his collection of statues and things is actually rather pretty. I quite admire this cat here. He certainly loves it, he's had it ever since we were very young.
Perhaps I should go visit him at the inn. I haven't been in ages, and I do like conversing with the guests. Marcus always looks so handsome at the desk.
She pauses, thinking. I see love on her face. It is perhaps the only constant over the aeons.
Of course. I will go after I finish dusting this cat.
