Alby shared her fears, but his frustration about being left out and treated like a child grew more every day. Even so, could he really leave his family? Friends? He knew an older version visited once, but didn't sound much like himself. He also read enough science fiction to wonder if he could possibly mess up the fabric of time or something if he left and returned too many times. "It would just be better if Scor was at least my age," he confessed. "I'd want to be his age next time." He ducked away from her in favor of grabbing some more cotton candy. "Watch!" He grabbed at a low tree branch and swung.