The High Lord stepped through an open gate around the edge of the garden to mark off the perimeter, even as it grew beyond it, and wait. He surveyed Lucy, wondering why the name felt so familiar. It was not anyone he knew personally but a name that didn't seem so far gone to him as if he'd never heard it in his life.
He shrugged it off.
"Like I said; you must be out of time. Why else?" he offered. "It's currently 2017 according to this particular calendar. From whence do you come?"