[Have a face you probably don't want to see, Atticus. But he remembers you, or your voice anyway, and he's going to answer. Might as well share what little he knows, right?

If it helps, he looks earnest and concerned, with a generally amiable underpining. Even better, he doesn't seem to recognize Atticus at all as anyone he ought to know.]

I am afraid not. I was in the far future of this world, as far as any of us could tell, and there was not much to be done there that could affect this time.