Sylvia listened carefully as Pylia answered her question. She thought carefully over the answers, realizing that none of the names were ringing any bells. The year, 7512...the possibility of this being the distant future popped into Sylvia's mind, but she couldn't really say for sure whether this was a different world or if it was the future just yet. 

When Pylia asked where she was from, Sylvia decided to answer her honestly, 

"As I said, I'm from New York City. Part of the United States of America, which is run by a democratic system consisting of the Legislative, Executive, and Judicial branches. The year...well, [i]was[/i] 2019,"

She hoped that by telling Pylia this information, she might have a better idea as to what is going on with her situation. Maybe she can shed some light.

At the mention of the memories, Sylvia answered "I have my memories, but how I got here is fuzzy. I remember going to sleep, and then suddenly waking up in a cave,"