Abra instantly recalled moments when she'd met versions of Wendy, through doors that wouldn't even be open for years yet. Different Wendys, different timelines - it was all confusing. She'd had visions too, of a healthier Wendy, lung cancer treated by station magic. If that was real or only real in a certain timeline too. She wasn't sure. "I'm sorry the station didn't bring her here." Here now.
"Mostly." Abra answered. No one had it all sorted out with the station craziness. "You could look at it as you'll have it mostly sorted out. You'll be happy."