[Mike folds inward under her reaction, shoulders pointed towards his sister in a defensive hunch. This is precisely what he'd wanted to avoid; he hates being worried about. But even as Nancy rails, his brow scrunches in something between confusion and concern. He doesn't remember this. For one thing, since when did she have a car?
Another person from the future, then.]
Time doesn't work the same, here. [It's the simplest explanation, even if it's not at all simple. He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries not to look as anxious as he feels.] The last thing I remember is burning the tunnels.
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Another person from the future, then.]
Time doesn't work the same, here. [It's the simplest explanation, even if it's not at all simple. He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries not to look as anxious as he feels.] The last thing I remember is burning the tunnels.