"I don't understand it either," he watched her carefully, as if she were a spooked horse that could rear up and kick him if he took his eyes off her. "There are people here from any number of times and places, I arrived about three and a half months ago. It was Christmastime 2012."
"And to answer your question, aye blossom, where I came from ye were. I've lit a candle on your birthday every year, just as you'll ask me to one day." He hated doing this to her, but he wasn't going to lie. Not to Heather. Even if she'd lied to him.