It was strange to see a woman in his house. In his kitchen. He hadn't seen this since, well, since his first wife. Winston sat peacefully at the table away from the telescreen, his fingers shaking slightly.

"You don't have to clean that. I..I have a specific way I like those things done."

Winston spoke quickly, looking at the woman. He knew the telescreen was tuned to him, to whatever he was saying. He was almost scared to even think something slightly negative. The woman had laughed, and muttered something under her breath.

"I haven't..Sorry this is all new to me." Winston laughs humorlessly.