Abi smiled wider at the thought of her daughter and couldn't help herself; "God, she looks so much like you. Dark hair and stormy eyes, sharp as a tack as well. Stubborn little madam but she gets that from me, I think." She wished she could have shown him with a picture. "Miller Catherine Hemingway, a real Daddy's girl if ever one was born."
She wrapped her arm around her stomach, "So... I'll just sleep in Charlie's room until I go back. If I can go back..." she didn't know the date or which disaster this was. "I'm guessing it's the time there weren't even stars in the sky?" she said, looking around at the candles lit everywhere.