[Theo's wariness causes Lucille to tense up, as though she's suddenly expecting someone too. She suddenly wishes she'd found herself a knife. Just in case.]

No, it doesn't. A shared hallucination that, somehow, crosses time itself...

[She pauses, looking over Theo's shoulder.]

We ought to make sure that none of those grotesque larvae have found their way in here. I shouldn't think so if the place was closed up properly. However...

[Nothing seems impossible.]