She smiled and closed the door behind him. Then, a motion for him to walk to the kitchen with her. Off came the makeshift hood and the mismatched gloves. There were bruises on her hands, cuts on her fingers. A bit more than a simple altercation had happened.

"Now, where's a girl without her secrets?" Helen added playfully. She'd let them come to their own conclusions. It'd be some time yet before her lack of aging was apparent to those in the town. Hopefully, they would be home before any of that mattered. "How is time a fluid concept? The fact the buildings all decay at an alarming rate? While others don't? Or, is it more than the fact we all come from different places?"