Willow sits heavily as Dani rights herself and puts her Santa hat on...
Willow: "How are you doing?"
Dani: This place is so strange, everything has changed, I don't think
anything is the same as it was....
except knives and forks....
Willow: "Are you
really from
1970?"
Dani: "I think so...."
Dani: "I tried to ring my family with one of those
calculator thingies. But there was no dial tone, and no dialer to turn! I don't know HOW they work!"
Willow: "Oh honey, after 50 years.... that's a long time" Willow thought about it a moment. "There should be more relatives alive though...
"Do you know your address?"
Dani: "Nooooo." Sniff. "I remember I went to Parkside School, it's at a town near the sea. It's one of the only memories I have, the school was old and made of brick. I would recognise it if I saw it again..... unless it's changed by now.
"It was nearly always cold there, much colder than here."
Willow: "That narrows it down a bit....probably up north somewhere?
Unless it's global warming...."
Dani:
"What's that?"
Willow: "Nothing to worry about," she uttered as she moves closer to her and looked her in the eye.
Willow: "You know, I might be able to find your relatives for you....
"However," she paused and bit her bottom lip a moment. "I hope they don't see you the way I see you...."