[How long has it been, he has to wonder, as he watches those small cracks break through her facade? She disguises herself so well, and yet Rip can't help but to see it--perhaps because for him, the memory of her tear-stained eyes looking up at him, her desperate voice pleading that she couldn't go on is still so recent.

Yet she has gone on. She is from the future, and Rip would expect Sara to do nothing less than thrive.]

Oh, that barely scratches the surface of it, I'm afraid. [Rip does not hold the distinction of being the member of their team from furthest back in the timeline, after all. But that is one of so many things to discuss. None of them will be easy to hear, given they are comprised of equal parts nonsense and torture, yet it is the reality of their situation.

As much as Rip himself had attempted to deny it at first. It's why he looks around briefly, then motions back the way he'd come.]

Let's head inside. I'll answer your questions on the way upstairs. [Plus Sara does look a bit worse for wear (though she's not sopping wet like Rip had wound up upon his own arrival). More importantly, so much of the evidence that convinced Rip of what he heard rested within the mansion's walls.

Until he can show it to her, however, she's going to have to show him a bit of patience.]

It's been less than two months for me. And here, as I am told, is a pocket dimension designed after the world of Wonderland.