raised his hands (the man in the mirror did likewise) to touch his features; they were what they should have been and he turned away. “That mirror’s no good,” he said.
“Can’t you see yourself? That means you’re a vampire.”
He laughed, and decided that that was the way he always laughed when his wife’s jokes weren’t funny. She said, “Want some coffee?” and he sat down.
She put a cup in front of him, and a pile of books. “This is the orientation,” she said. “You better read it—you don’t have much time.”
On top of the pile was a mimeographed sheet, and he picked that up first. It said:
“Eat your egg,” his wife said. He tasted the egg. It was good but slightly oily, as though a drop of motor oil had found its way into the grease in which she had fried it. His
(To his wife he said, “They got our name wrong.”)
The yellow paper was illegible save for the title and first line:
“What time is it?” he asked his wife.
She glanced at her wrist. “Oh six oh ours. Didn’t they give you a watch?”
He looked at his own wrist—it was bare, of course. For a few moments Edna helped him search for one, but it seemed that none had been provided and in the end he took hers, she saying that he would need it more than she. It was big for a woman’s watch, he thought, but very small for a man’s. “Try it,” she said, and he obediently studied the tiny screen. The words THE TIME IS were cast in the metal at its top; below them, glimmering and changing even as he looked: 060.07.43. He took a sip of coffee and found the oily taste was there too.
The book at the top of the pile was a booklet really, about seven inches by four with the pages stapled in the middle. The title, printed in black on a blue cover of slightly heavier paper, was
He turned the page. The new page was a diagram of the control panel of an automobile, and he noted the positions of Windshield, Steering Wheel, Accelerator, Brake, Reversing Switch, Communicator, Beverage Dispenser, Urinal, Defecator, and Map Compartment. He asked Edna if they had a car, and she said she thought they did, and that it would be outside.
“You know,” he said, “I’ve just noticed that this place has windows.”
Edna said, “You’re always jumping up from the table. Finish your breakfast.”
Ignoring her, he parted the curtains. She said, “Two walls have windows and two don’t. I haven’t looked out of them.” Outside he saw sunshine on concrete; a small, yellow, somehow hunched-looking automobile; and a house.
“Yeah, we’ve got a car,” he said. “It’s parked right under the window.”
“Well, I wish you’d finish breakfast and get to work.”