"So… you're not from around here, are you?" the woman asked Lucy curtly.

"Uh, no, ma'am," Lucy answered unsure of what to tell this woman. She'd seen what Lucy could do, so Lucy was relatively sure that she knew what she was getting into. "Thank you. A lot. But… I'll just be here for a few minutes."

"Are you sure you're up for those punks?" the woman asked and looked at Lucy's clothes.

Lucy was still in her butler uniform, so she was sure that she stuck out like a sore thumb. But these clothes meant something to Lucy. Lucy replied, "Well, I don't want to run into them again. That's for sure, but I need to find my friend. He's still out there."

"Then he's probably been caught."

"I doubt that… you saw what I can do, right?"

"I saw you do a magic trick that made a walker disappear," the woman answered haughtily.

"It's not really… a magic trick. Something… weird happened to me, and now if I touch something with my bare hand…"

"Say sayonara," the woman said and poured herself a drink. "Does it hurt?"

"More like tingles… my friend can kill with a touch as well, but he doesn't mean to. The last time it happened he warned the guy a few times."

"Well, hopefully he can take out a few of those Savior fellows."

"You don't understand… it hurts him to do so. He… doesn't want to. He's more fragile," Lucy explained and touched D'Artagnan for strength. "Thanks. For letting me stay here, but I do need to find him."

"If you're really grateful, then you'll stay a little while longer. Your friend seems like he can fend for himself. And I don't want you accidentally leading any Saviors here in your haste to find him."

Lucy paused and nodded. For the most part Caan could look after himself; it was Lucy who was nervous about him being alone. Missy had told her about Daleks. Caan was extremely strange for one, but Lucy assumed that was due to being stuck in Time with her. Clearly, it had done something to him.

"Okay," Lucy answered hesitantly and sat down where the woman told her to. "Do you live here alone?"

"Yes," the woman replied sternly. "So how did you and your friend… end up the way you are?"

"Um, I honestly doubt that you'd believe me."

"I live with the walking dead outside my door, child. Try me."

"Uh, okay," Lucy murmured cautiously. She wasn't quite sure, but what was the harm in telling the woman since Lucy would hopefully be gone soon anyways? "I was in… an explosion and I fell into a different place. I could see everything at once, and I could feel myself… being taken apart and put back together." Lucy paused to gather herself. This was the first time she'd talked about what had happened, and her skin started to tingle as though it was remembering the feeling of Time ripping it apart just to put it back together.

"Then what?" the woman asked more gently.

"I heard a voice. My brother's voice, calling my name. And I found a… weakness. I used my hands to tear myself out. They disintegrated and reformed a couple times in the process, but I just kept going. And suddenly… I was out in a place I didn't recognize. It wasn't my world. There were broken pieces of machinery around me, and that's where I found Caan. He was broken, so I used the pieces to put him back together."

"Well, that's… quite a story you've got there," the woman said quietly, thinking everything over.

Lucy nodded. She didn't expect the woman to believe her, but it felt good to get everything out in the open. Now that she'd said it out loud she felt as though a weight had been lifted.

"Is that how you got here?" the woman asked quietly. She didn't seem to be judging Lucy, and she was clearly listening. Lucy doubted that there were any insane asylums in this world. A small comfort.

"No. Caan… he can see or maybe sense… where and when there are breaches between worlds. Sometimes it takes a few hours. Sometimes a few days. I was trapped in one world for weeks. Anyway, we're trying to get back to our world."

"Your brother is there?"

"No, he… died a long time ago. I have someone who's waiting for me. She's probably going crazy… I can only hope that The Doctor can help her until I get back," Lucy muttered and started playing with her hands anxiously.

The woman nodded and replied, "Well, I don't know about most of what you were talking about but… I believe you. For what it's worth."

Lucy looked up from her hands to the woman, smiled, and assured her, "It does. Mean something. Thank you. Now I just need to find Caan and try to get out of here before that Negan finds me. He saw… what I can do. I don't know what he wanted, but it can't be good."

The woman nodded and went into a room. Lucy could hear her shuffling things around in the room, but she stayed seated. She doubted that the woman was dangerous. At least not to her. The woman came back out with a hunting knife and a bag. She threw some food into the bag and tossed Lucy some clothes.

"Wear those while you're here. You stand out like a sore thumb in that getup," the woman said as she continued packing essentials. "You can use the bedroom to change."

Lucy looked at the clothes before walking to the room. A grey tank top, a pair of black pants, and a dark green sweatshirt. This would be such better than what Lucy was wearing. Although Time had increased the durability of her clothes as well, they were also very easy to pick out of a forest environment. After getting changed, Lucy looked into the mirror. She looked less professional but more functional. With a small smile she walked back into the room to see the woman taking out a pair of shoes. Lucy gave her a curious look.

"Much better to run in than dress shoes, or at least I would imagine," the woman said gruffly.

Lucy looked down at her shoes. They were comfortable, but running for long periods of time would hurt her feet. She nodded and took off her shoes before putting on the woman's sneakers.

"Thank you," Lucy said and took out one of the necklaces that she'd kept in one of her suit pockets. "When I make money in a world, I use it to buy jewelry. It doesn't go bad, and I can exchange it for money. Here. I know it's probably not worth as much as food or shelter, but… I need to give you something. Please take it."

The woman looked hesitant but relented under Lucy's pleading eyes. She took the necklace and gave Lucy a small motherly smile. "Thank you," she said while admiring the necklace.

It wasn't the most expensive necklace that Lucy had on her, but Lucy felt that it suited the woman. A simple design with a pearl attached to the pendant, it had spoken to Lucy when she'd seen it in the store. Against her better judgment, she'd bought it despite knowing that there were better options as it had reminded her of her mother. Now she was happy that she could give it to someone who would treasure it.

"Ah, thanks again, but I should probably get going. Caan's out there," Lucy said awkwardly.

The woman nodded and gave Lucy the bag. She then looked down and said, "There's a flashlight in here. But use it sparingly. You don't want to draw them to you. And don't make too much noise. It draws the walkers to you. And… should you find your friend and need a place to hide out… you can come back." The woman looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"Don't worry. Once I find Caan, we should be able to avoid them long enough to get out of here. Even if it is a few weeks. But thank you. You've done more than enough."

The woman looked down as Lucy put her shoes in the bag and walked to the door. Lucy paused and turned to the woman.

"My name's Lucy, by the way. I'd understand if you don't want me to know your name, but… I thought that you deserved to know," Lucy said quickly and went out the door, closing it behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she bolted off into the woods where she'd come from. Finding where she had first appeared would likely be her best bet. Caan could still be there hiding from Negan, and even if he wasn't, Lucy could probably track where he went. He tended to leave a small path of destruction wherever he went.

Voices in the distance caught her attention, and she ducked behind some trees. Peeking out, she saw Caan. He was surrounded by Negan's men, and Lucy took a deep breath. She readied herself. Time had put her back together correctly for the most part. The only complaint that she had was what had happened to the laser screwdriver; Lucy lifted up the sleeve of the sweatshirt and concentrated. Pain radiated up her arm. The screwdriver had become embedded inside her arm; she found that she could will it back out. But it was incredibly painful to remove. Her arm almost seemed to burn as the screwdriver came out. Fighting back tears, Lucy concentrated on listening to what the guys were saying.

"What even are you? Some kind of robot?" one of the men asked in a mocking tone. "Hey, I'm talking to you, freak. I heard you talking. What's a 'Time Child'?"

Lucy's grip tightened on the screwdriver as she counted the men. Six. That wouldn't be too many for her to take care of, but they'd be able to call out to others before she could get away.

"Hey! Answer him!" another one of the man said and slammed Caan with an open hand.

Lucy quickly sprang into action as the man screamed and disintegrated. Lucy was able to stun the other five due to them freezing in horror. Grabbing Caan, she wheeled him deeper into the forest and into a small cave. He was muttering to himself, "Not my fault," but Lucy held him close and hoped that Negan's men would be unable to find their hiding spot.