Apparently these people were right and each person had a price at which he would sell out. Her price had been a chance at happiness for her mother and Philippe’s life. In return she had agreed to do what she could to help stabilize this reality, something she had no idea how to do. Terrified for Philippe’s safety, she had spent days working with the Timing team, absorbing knowledge. She’d even learned that they were not all as alike as she’d first thought and she and Sherlyn had formed a friendship of sorts. The woman from the future was not so different from her. She looked different with her perfected appearance, she sounded different with her well trained voice. They didn’t have accents here, or at least not the varied ones of her youth, but instead had all been refined to similar sound-alike tones. She noticed that some of them frowned slightly when they heard her speak, as though the Texas cadence to her voice offended their ears.
