Zara watch the older woman with little concern. Obviously, technology like this was rather unstartling to her.
“I’m from the future-”
“Of course,” Aidelle nodded as the information sunk in, “I will marry, someday, have a child through some marriage of convenience and they will go on to have a happy life with many children, including you.”
“No. That’s not it. Grandma, you think that this is the end for everything you know and love. You think you’re living, but you’re not. You’re sitting still.”
“Please speak sense, girl.”
“Okay, I don’t know whether it makes much sense to you, but you are, and always were, meant to be with Phillip.”
“How can I be? He never came back. It’s been far too long for a war to go on… So why won’t he come home?”
Zara shook her head.
“That’s just the thing. It hasn’t been any time at all.”
“What? I know that none of the clocks work, but five years have passed, certainly.”
“Have you seen any trace of those years? Have you been outside and watched the sun set in a wave of crimson?”
“I… I could never move-”
“You see, your ignorance (no offence) and your stubborn will stopped you from mentally leaving, but even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to.”
“I don’t understand. Why ever not?”
Zara stood and offered a left hand to Aidelle. Once again, Aidelle marvelled, but Zara dismissed her with a roll of the eyes.
“It’s just genetics. Come on,” and she led Aidelle downstairs. “Look out the kitchen window. What do you see?”
Aidelle did as she was told, but a line of confusion creased on her brow.
“I see the miserable weather: grey clouds, a navy sky, trees being blown to and forth whilst they are pelted with rain.”
“No, look closer. What do you see when you look at the plants?”
“Well, the roses are being thrashed, the hyacinth probably won’t grow any larger, and the tomatoes- oh!”
Zara allowed herself a little smirk.
“What about them?” She asked.
“The ones Phillip and I planted would have only lasted one season…”
Aidelle wandered over to a food cupboard.
“And this food,” she popped a slice of tomato, left over from the soup, into her mouth, “It’s not spoiled.”
“Yeah. And it makes you think, doesn’t it?”
Aidelle shook her head.
“Come on, Grandma! I know you can work this out.”
“Time has…stopped. Why?”
“That’s what I don’t know,” Zara sighed, “It’s something to do with this house. Time’s stopped alright, but only for you.”
“Hang on,” Aidelle interrupted, “If time has stopped then we do we still move? Why are we not frozen…or something?”
“We’re lucky. But, yeah, it’s more than that; like I said, there’s something about this house, keeping us safe, but keeping up away from the ‘outside’ world.”
“It’s something preposterous…and yet, I believe you. So, you’re my granddaughter; mine and Phillip’s?”