Annabelle tucked her hair behind her ear. "There's a guy who's probably on the ship. Simon. He's... I'm not really sure what he is, but I think he's a faery. And the Doctor... he gave me some books to help." She shrugged slender shoulders.
.... in New Orleans. Miriam.
Annabelle smiled, slowly but brightly. "I've met her," she said. "I was little, though." She considered what he'd said, and the way it had come out. "Wait. Are you telling me you live in New Orleans?"