"Owen," she repeated, barely more than a breath, still staring, the beginnings of a smile banished at his response. "Owen, oh, Owen, what happened to you?"
And when? How long had it even been since...it was the first time that she truly realised the impact of people coming in from different times, and although Owen truly recognised her, he apparently didn't want to. The expression on his face, in his eyes, made her heart ache, and she lifted her hand to cover his, tracing the newfamiliar strong lines of his fingers. "Do you know me, Owen?"