"Joyce, then. Thank you." She means it heartily. It's so wonderful to have another woman look over at her, smile at her and seemingly care for her. She'd never known her own mother. Or if she had, she didn't remember.

"Oh it is! I'm from 1838, London." She was learning that it was quite important to explain when she was from as well as where. She follows Joyce toward what is dubbed the food-court and briefly Nancy wonders if there is a Queen here, too. But there is no throne to be found. Just a lot of loud signs.

"What would you recommend?"