Hal nodded, keeping his eyes on the kettle. He actually jumped slightly when it started to whistle. He cleared his throat and poured the water into the cups. "Yes, it had been a bit longer when I arrived. And..." He swallowed. "It's a rather long story, perhaps for another time?" How was he supposed to tell the woman in front of him that in his time, she was dead? Annie had crossed over. Mitchell was no more. Eve had been killed as well. He didn't want to say any of it.