Nate was at a momentary loss of what to do. Stuck here in this place, surrounded by echoes from his past while in the same space the sounds of the present were all around him. Plus he was still carrying Anne's bag.

"Anne," he called upstairs "Your case is in the hall!" the girl was probably too busy reconnecting with her sister to care about a silly bag. Anne seemed to deeply care for her sister. Was a bond that strong common among fishergirls? At least that is the sense that Nate got from her on the journey over here. Come to think of it, he still had not met his brother's wife. The social graces of the Appleton clan not withstanding, Jenny's offer of a cup sounded good.