Younger, yes, but he was the same man. He looked just like James. Sounded like him. Felt like him, even, and Anne closed her eyes for a moment and relished how he felt, even panicked as he was. Finally, she opened her eyes and softened her smile.
"You're here. Again. There's another you, an older you. But this-" Anne caught her breath. "You're in New York and even you know that you don't belong here. I haven't lied to you. Not once. Big windstorm. Alternate universe." She pointed to herself. "Wife. Well, will be. Or, something."