He had stopped questioning her appearance.
She always appeared on the opposite side of the flames when he lit his fireplace, sitting in a separate room.
When the fire was out, there was nothing but solid brick.
She protested his mission whenever she appeared.
"I have to do this," Matt insisted.
"You will disappear if you change the past. Or become someone else entirely."
"My life for the world's? I'll take that."
He asked the question that'd been on his tongue since he met her.
"Who are you?"
"I am what happens when you change the past."
