[Even from the very beginning, Zak's brow furrows a bit. Perhaps it's a bit silly to think that anything is impossible when all this has already happened, but...]
I saw you yesterday. My yesterday, that is.
[Then again, that's not the only strange thing she's telling him. Well. Alright. He knows she wouldn't lie to him. Mrs Sheringham might be beyond her senses...but then again, is there any explanation for all of this?]
How do you know that everyone is from somewhere...different?
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I saw you yesterday. My yesterday, that is.
[Then again, that's not the only strange thing she's telling him. Well. Alright. He knows she wouldn't lie to him. Mrs Sheringham might be beyond her senses...but then again, is there any explanation for all of this?]
How do you know that everyone is from somewhere...different?