The world was spinning and she felt like she was going to throw up. That tiny voice, so familiar and not at all at the same time; it was her little boy as he had been long ago. Before she knew what was happening, Abi was lifting Charlie tightly into her arms and spinning him around, laying kiss after kiss on his forehead and clutching him tightly. Judging by how young he looked, her daughter didn't even exist yet. She scrunched her eyes up and just held him close.
Her back hit a wall at the next words, though. She straightened and clutched Charlie closer, if it were possible, "Hemingway?" she said in a rougher voice. Her hair was longer and her eyes a little more tired but if anything, he looked younger. He looked better. God, how was she going to explain all this?
"Yeah, I'm here." she said shortly, wondering if Clint was still around in this time. "What are you doing here?"