Hopper just asks for two coffees of the waitress when she comes to where they're sitting and she nods in response, going to get that for them and leaving a menu behind. Given that he's just been drinking -- not drunk, thank god for small favours, he thinks -- he's not in the mood for anything, but he pushes it toward Lucy in case she's interested.

"Thirteen," he says with a faint smile. Sara would be fourteen now if she'd lived, just a year older than Eleven. He thinks about that lot. More than he should, probably. "Her name's Jane. Her mother died a long time ago."

The lie is a hell of a lot easier to tell someone he's only just met than it had been to tell Eleven.