"I suppose I ought to have worked that out on my own," she says, as Marius identifies himself. "There's only so many ginger Frenchmen around." Once again, Darrow has shrunk another of its citizens to a much younger age; she tries not to think about how it had done the opposite to her--and only her, so far as she can determine--only a few months previous.

Grudgingly, she slows Gladys to a less breakneck pace, turning her towards Dimera.