"No, she's -" Ryan stopped and shrugged, took a deep breath. Something about Marissa always left him in need of steadying after. "She's fine, she's... she's from just a day or two before me, so she never -" He almost wanted to tell Marissa about her future, or to convince Summer that she had to, so that if anything ever happened, if Marissa ever went back, it would all be alright. She'd know what to do or what not to do, and it would all come out okay somehow. This place was traumatic enough for the moment, though. It would wait. They had time.

Drawing himself from his thoughts, he glanced over at Lucy, a little bewildered by the distance now. "I left her with Summer," he said. "She's fine." He didn't know what to do, though, if there was anything he was supposed to do.