"Another sun feeds our life's streams,
We are not warmed with thy beams;
Thou measurest not the time to me..."

V seems to rehearse the lines from memory, reluctantly tearing his gaze from the window to address the man. Odd, that someone else should be here, and someone he doesn't recognise at that. Still, if this is a dream, there's no reason not to answer.

"...In short, I have no place here."