It would be depressing if it was true she thought. Then again it could be. It was all somewhat a bizarre thought to entertain. Still she was here for no legitimate reason other than what Peter suggested. None that she could think of for the moment, so it could be true. Maybe, she supposed. "It sounds it," she said softly, "depressing, that is."
There was no other real option to explain away what was going on, and it left a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. It would be nothing short of a catastrophe of epic proportions with so many lives lost senselessly, and for what? Something to do with children? There were far to many questions to ask and for the life of her, Marlene couldn't even begin to ask them, except for one. "Does my family know I'm gone?" She asked, feeling worried. "It was supposed to be Mum and Dad's anniversary party. They must be so worried," she said feeling terrible about it. What must they think had happened to her, with everything as it was in her time. "Everyone was supposed to be there. My brothers, me. My aunts and uncles and cousins. All the family but me, I guess."
"Okay," she said taking Peter's arm. A walk might do some good she thought. Right now anything would help. "Give me the tour then," she said with a little sigh. "I guess I could be the Head of Confusion, that's more like it. It really is enough to give you a headache."