"Wait!" Maeve calls after Theo, but the door closes before he can turn back.
"Why?" Arthur asks immediately. "What's wrong? What did you see?"
He doesn't miss how stiff Maeve suddenly looks.
"Huh? What? Ah—no." Maeve flusters.
She clears her throat, forcing her expression to settle.
"I mean… we haven't really finished talking. I was just shaking her hand and didn't get the chance to ask anything before she left."
She blinks several times, trying to blink away the awkwardness.
Wait. What did I see?
Was that really—?
Holy Mother of God… how is that possible?!
Maeve's thoughts spiral instantly, processing at terrifying speed. Her mind churns, connections snapping together faster than she can stop them.
If Thea is really Theo… then how can Thea be Theo?
Wait. What?!
Her stomach twists.
No.
It can't be.
It really can't be.
Maeve swallows hard, suddenly dizzy.
Is this what youngsters mean when they say their brain isn't braining?
I need rest.
