[Edward has no idea what kind of fair rides they have in America, but there's certainly nothing like this in England. This feels like how he imagines it must be to be in an aeroplane, dipping in and out of the clouds and chasing the sun. All fun and games until a German pilot appears out of nowhere and a dogfight begins.]

I've no idea. I woke up, and this is not where I was before.

[He follows the sound of her voice, reaching out towards her through the air. The question about his eyes surprises him--so blunt!--but there's no point in trying to deny it.]

No. It was the war. A gas attack.

[Surely she knows about the war, right? Even the Americans were starting to pitch in towards the end.]

Am I getting any closer?