<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya nodded when Vitali said he’d show her what was on the radio. That would definitely help her feel a little more at home. And brush up on whatever she had missed out on about her language, as something was bound to change in all these years. “That would be great, thanks. It feels like I have been living in another planet”. She might as well, Mariya thought to herself. Everything that was taken for granted in London was pretty much not a reality here. And yet… this was home.<br/><br/>Hearing Vitali’s laughter caused Mariya to laugh as well, and she shook her head, trying to stop laughing enough to speak. It felt good to just laugh together again, as they did when they were children. <br/><br/>When he spoke of movies, Mariya smiled. “Movies, of course. You must take me to the movies some day. I won’t take a no for an answer”, she stated, in her usual cheerful way. She imagined movies there wouldn’t be too much fun, but at least they would have the experience. And, naturally, the more she could get Vitali to relax, the better chances she had of getting him to say something relevant.<br/><br/>Following Vitali outside, Mariya smiled when he said that she hadn’t gotten too British yet. “I really hope so. I was a little bit afraid that I would come home and people wouldn’t understand me”.<br/><br/>As they stepped outside, Mariya drew in a deep breath and smiled. “As long as I’ve had a chance to rest, I would like us to sit down and talk more about… everything, if you don’t mind. You know, our lives apart, and the future, and everything. It sounds scarier than it did in my mind, but it won’t hurt… too much”.</div>