You put your arn around her, careful that she doesn't break anything. But tonight it seems she's left her klutz behind. She asks you about everything in the room. Everything is so mysterious to her. Nothing seems normal. "What's this?" she asks and it's only a printer and you laugh and can't say and this hurts her, slightly.
So you sit her on your lap and one by one point out things in the room and their names. She tries to distract you by kissing you and while you kiss her you still carry on the business of teaching her the mundane and when you're done you steer her out of the room, with your arm around her, careful that she doesn't break anything.
Once outside she looks around her and gasps.
"Where are we?" she asks you.
"Makati" you say.
"Impossible. It can't be. It just can't be," she says staring at the vast jungle stretching out ahead of them. Fog circles the treetops. And from far away she can hear a waterfall.
"Stay close to me," you say already steps ahead. She's still standing there with her mouth open.
She comes to you, holds your hand tightly, disbelief still in her face.
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