Gen almost let out a gasp when she was suddenly swooped into cover. Why would he...? Were they in any danger...? Unless... she stared at him. The lines on his face weren't happy ones. Cheekbones, chin... there wasn't enough flesh on them to come from a happy time.
"Greg?! Is that really you you?" she asked. The prospect baffled her. The people who arrived now were from a different future line, not hers.