Even as Tom discovered more about the island the more irked he became. Not only had he been taken here against his will, but there seemed no way to leave and what is more his magic appeared like it would not return until after he solved his so called 'baggage'. The issue with time had been less frustrating and was more fascinating. He was unaware of what occurred, but he was determined that would be rectified immediately. It was assisted by the fact that rather swiftly Lestrange had offered her assistance. Of course, he was unwilling to trust her or take the information she presented at face value, but he would listen.
Reclining on an armchair in the bungalow, thankfully alone, he rose when he heard the sound of knocking. Standing tall he moved towards the door and slid it open. Arranging his lips into a small smirk he observed the woman in front of him. Dark haired, tall and Tom supposed attractive, she bowed her head to him and seemed to smirk at him. Tom did not refuse the show of respect and in fact thought it only appropriate. However, it lead to a deeper thirst for information. He had planned that his future would involve a quest for power and to restore the pureblood cause and by this act he seemed his future self had worked towards those goals.
"And Good Morning to you Mrs Lestrange," he greeted in a carefully measured voice stepping back a little for her to enter. "I do wish I could say I had memories of our meetings in the past, or should I say future, but unfortunately I cannot. Do come in."