"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Marian said, quietly, hoping she wasn't disturbing the man's intense study.

She wonders a lot this last half of the year, spent across different worlds and universe, what is left the world she left behind. Her first, if not her only, and the only one that was truly hers. What was left aside from being in a million storybooks. It's not as simple as opening a different book and being told Sherwood still stood somewhere, and England still existed well into the far future.

In the same way she looks at the scanning and wonders, who carried this pot and what it might have meant to them.