[It breaks her heart. She doesn't bother hiding this. She loves him, and she couldn't even attempt to hide that. Instead, she wrings her hands in an effort to keep them to herself.]

You didn't, no. And neither did I. We're both dead. But then you learned how, after you died. And you taught me in turn.

Did you ever learn about time travel? Just the theory. No fiction. But the possibility of it - of displacement in time as an abstract? That's sort of like what's happened.

Or if not that - just look at me. Decide if I'm lying, or if I'm just insane. Either way, we're not as different as you think we are.