Eleven

She thinks back to the things Stan and Fraser have said, the things others have said, too. She frowns.

"That... we come alone. Stan said his friends were here before. I looked for Mike, but..." She frowns again, deeper, and looks up at him. "What do you mean, 'how time works?'" Her fingers clutch to his jacket, like she's as worried about losing him as he is of losing her.