[For a second, she thinks she's losing it. She thinks it's Future Simon, the way he greets her, the way he seems so jovial. But something's off—the way he was sitting, it isn't right, that's how the old Simon used to sit, and she feels a roller-coaster of butterflies in her stomach, up and then straight down to the pit.
Despite that, she manages a smile.]
Yeah. Yeah, I am. This is...weird, innit?
[She's seized by a sudden, desperate need to know who he is, to know how much he knows. To know if he's from the same time as her. She takes hold of the shoulder of his cloak and tugs him backward.]
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Despite that, she manages a smile.]
Yeah. Yeah, I am. This is...weird, innit?
[She's seized by a sudden, desperate need to know who he is, to know how much he knows. To know if he's from the same time as her. She takes hold of the shoulder of his cloak and tugs him backward.]
What's the last thing you remember from home?