Katherine nodded at his words, an understanding passing over her face. In an alternative reality, she had died giving birth to her daughter Lucy, and in the future she had left her own mother unable to give birth again. It was not a place she liked to visit. It was a shadow lurking somewhere in her mind. "I'm sorry about your Mum," she said, even though he had already asked another question. She didn't say any more. She would have but now there was a question to answer.
"And I did learn new things. You always do, don't you? You imagine a place but once you are there, it's different, isn't it?" she said pensively and took a sip from the corner. It wasn't a pensive place. A club wasn't a place to talk. Not real talk. Superficial pleasantries, yes. Stories of sorrow and wonder, less so.