And there it is, that lingering suspicion now brought to the forefront, existing tenfold in his focus. There isn't much that outwardly changes about Henry's demeanor upon hearing this admission, though his eyes regard her a little sharper than before.

"You're not the first, then."

No, the last young man who claimed to be from Hawkins, Indiana, spun quite a tale for him. Henry wonders, exactly, where she might fit into that -- though he cannot imagine how, unless he happens to know-

"Do you know a young man named Will, by chance?"