Analysis
Myra sat in the apartment of Helen Menz, dressed as a woman of the era. She had a kettle on the stove and a couple cups set out. She'd managed to stop by a specialty shop in Chinatown, but the teas had changed since her own era, and she made due with what she could find.
She was mentally preparing herself the best way that she could, but had a feeling it would be an unpleasant experience no matter how it was done. Anything related to Khan was like that.
Two soft chairs were placed across from each other in the small apartment, ready to receive her and her guest.
She was mentally preparing herself the best way that she could, but had a feeling it would be an unpleasant experience no matter how it was done. Anything related to Khan was like that.
Two soft chairs were placed across from each other in the small apartment, ready to receive her and her guest.