"You're right. No one has." That was kind of, well, surreal to think about. Talk about taking fresh start to the literal. There were no cops here that new to call her in case of a paranormal emergency. No cults that had her on their blacklist. No demons plotting their revenge from the corners of the abyss. And no readers. "Not even you, eh?" Diana looked sideways, winking as she made the joke. No, she wouldn't expect he had.
"What, you mean you've never been pulled a good part of a century into the past?" Mock surprise. There were few ways to deal with something as heavy as this. Diana preferred to joke about it. Laughing was the body's natural catharsis, after all. "I suppose it could be worse. We could be out there," she tipped her chin to the wasteland beyond, "jobless. Homeless. This is a rough time to not have anyone at your back. Though it all kind of makes me wonder why we're here."