"Time streams are fluid and constantly in a state of change." Chloe threw that out there as if it were regular conversation for her. "Especially the future. Scratch your nose and things go this way. Scratch your ear and they go another. Maybe in her time stream I hadn't gotten here yet."
Her fingers were tapping commands on the keyboard. Every so often she'd frown as she typed a command that Windows didn't like. "The townies can come and go as they like. It looks like if you're born here you're good. So I wonder if that applies to children the transplants have here."