[ She can deal with 'The Archivist' - though in her world, someone with a 'the' in front of their name tends to be a murderer. Maybe he comes from a small town, and he's the town archivist. It happens.

Then, as she's taking in a breath to introduce herself, he says her name, and sure, this is a dream, but it doesn't stop her feeling a chill go down her spine. A figurative chill, a warning sign from her instincts to the rest of her: danger, get ready to run or to fight. In a dream, she could win or fail at either of those. ]

You must be an archivist from the future. [ Neither fight nor flight, not yet. She'll stall. Stalling has saved her life before. ] I'm sure my work will be studied in forensic anthropology courses and journals for decades, maybe even centuries.

[ How else would he know? It's the only logical explanation, even if time travel is strictly theoretical at best where she comes from. ]