Hope and Lucy
"It is. But a part of me doesn't know that it's different yet. If that makes any sense." Lucy wasn't sure if it would. "It's like a part of me still thinks this will all turn out to be some kind of trick and he's not really dead, even though my mother was the one that killed him."
"Maybe that can be different too." Lucy shrugged. "People in this time are different." They hadn't been beaten down by the man. There were still the wide eyed innocents out there, friendly with everyone and unafraid to make connections with each other.