"What did Ronald do for a living?"
"He was a historian, was Ronald. A professor. Wonderful man" sobbed Eric, "Ooh I'm sorry. I'm not usually one for cryin', but I was so lonely after he passed," he said, rubbing his eyes with his half-gloved fingers.
"It's all right, Eric. We understand," said Zalea with a pat on his arm. "My sister went missing some time ago, and I've spent many a night sobbing for her. It's all right to cry."
"My dear, I am sorry to hear 'bout your sister. Terrible, how terrible."
"Thank you. We've since discovered she's alive and well in your world."
"Aren't you from my world?" he asked, startled.
Zalea smiled, "Why no. I'm sorry, I should have told you before."
"People can usually tell by her appearance, Eric, but it's too dark for you to see," Jack interrupted.
