Kate comes from a time of rumours, of kidnappings and drugging and hypnotism. The only way to get her would be to come into her room, pick her up, take away. People waking up in other places entirely moved is from tales you tell children about the Old Country and fairies and pixies and magic rings. Real magic is more subtle, she thinks, if it truly exists beyond someone having a touch of foresight, a gifted hand with animals.

"Where are you from? You don't know America." Kate worries at her bottom lip for a moment. "I'm... I was in Adelaide, capitol of South Australia, a colony on Australia. Where are you from?"

She's repeating herself, she can hear it, but the enormity of it all is starting to be far, far more terrifying than drowning in that fountain.