‌"How long has it been?" — Lycadia was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with herself, — “time goes differently here. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t remember anything? Really, no one is really looking for me?! I wonder how Martin is doing? More than a year! More than a year I've been here and don't remember anything. How is it possible? What's the point in plans if they're erased from memory in the morning?" - Lika continued to stare at the ceiling, - "what else is the time of entertainment? I doubt that we will play poker. It's even...