Though she felt his hands upon her shoulders, Kathy couldn't bring herself to look up at him. The news that she was stuck in this strange place only served to render her more miserable.
When the sound of a new voice reached her ears, Kathy's curiosity got the better of her, and she lowered her hands, sniffling and doing her best to wipe away the tears.
"How d'you do," she managed automatically, turning to the woman. Even through her grief, her unadulterated shock was written all over her face. The woman--Charlie--was...well. There was certainly not a petticoat in sight, to say the least. And her hair...it was short. The child gaped wordlessly at her for a long moment, before catching herself staring and mumbling a faint apology and flushing crimson.
Then, Lindsey captured her attention yet again. Something in his voice--the way he said Liam's name with such recognition piqued her interest.
"You know of 'im?" she asked eagerly, something like hope returning to her bloodshot eyes. "Then he is here! Might I please go to him?