She reached out with a finger and poked at him. His whole body wobbled, and his features momentarily lost cohesion – like a pebble dropped in a pond. But he continued otherwise unperturbed around the room mumbling to himself and manipulating instruments.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “How can he be here and … not here?”
The Old One shrugged, watching him. “Isn’t it the stranger thing for a man to be where he is?”
