Flashes of Eternity

"Yes it is," I nodded to myself. "Yes it is."

"Did you notice something funny?" I heard a question.

"What'd that be?" I replied.

"We both are English speakers," I saw the person grin. "English truly became the international language."

"Yeah," I concluded. "I wonder how many people in this place are fluent in English."

"Something tells me everyone is," the individual asserted.

"Smooth accents flowing around," I continued. "You're probably right."

"Maybe exceptional linguistic capability is part of the selection process?" a question arose.

"That's what they told me," I said. "Although you can't really judge a person solely based on their linguistic prowess - you might get stuff wrong."

"Let's not jump to conclusions just yet," my conversation partner raised their hand. "We don't know what's going on here, one hundred percent, I mean."

"Fair enough," I nodded vigorously. "This could very well be a scam, or something even worse, but our personalities are what they are."

I suddenly heard a fit of laughter.

"What's going on?"

"Connotations. Connotations," I heard a reply and saw a smug expression on the individual's face. "It's just that image, invoked in my mind."

I did not know how to respond. I expected a continuation.

"He attended one of those.. events," I finally heard the next sentence.

"What event?" I instinctively replied.

"Cinema on heels," a grin on the person's face was as beaming as ever.

"And?" I leaned toward the individual to hear more.

"Well," I knew something longer was coming. "He said he lost a bet and had to go watch a movie disguised as a woman. First, he communicated with them via e-mail, then he took a slip of paper with him, or something like that, he wrote a message on the slip about getting a ticket and showed it to that poor soul who was selling tickets at that time. Then, he went to the bathroom..