231 Docking (2)

After getting down from the ship, the first sense that is hit is smell. The port is filled with the odour of fish.

Thankfully, I don't feel nausea this time. It seems that it's passed the time I would vomit only at the hint of fish in the room, let alone this strong stink.

Alexander is relieved as well.

His face regains colour, and he inhales a mouthful of fresh air the moment his feet touch the ground. His shoulders return straight, and his lips smirk.

«Finally!» he exclaims while turning his face to the sun, eyes closed to feel the warmth.

Then, he remembers me.

«Come here, Dora,» he says while reaching out for my hand. «Let's go explore together.»

How does he know about Dora? I haven't dreamt about any moment when I used that name. The first time I told anyone to call me like that was a few weeks before the end of the war.