[ Henry's careful with his words and to her surprise, reminds her of Jamie. It's odd, the things that will remind her of him, but she realizes he's the same way: his words require thought and surety before he says them. Claire, on the other hand, has only just started to learn to think before she speaks. ]

It's exactly like some sort of twisted fairytale. Magic, I've learned, can be available in all sorts of worlds, I suppose that part is familiar to some. It's the concept of those other worlds that I can't quite wrap my mind around. The U.S. only just sent a man to the moon, and here I am in the company of people from planets and stars I've never heard of.

[ Even the weeds Henry's pulling will have their use, and she picks through them, taking the stems and leaves from some and putting them in the basket beside her. ]

I can't say I've seen much wildlife I'm not familiar with, but before I could explore the woods in-depth, people began going missing. Once I find a willing partner, I'll go foraging.

[ It seems wiser to go in pairs versus alone, even if Jocelyn is out of the picture. She couldn't have been working alone. ]

Do you have much experience with farm life?