"Oh no. No no no no," Lucy says with a laugh. She tries to imagine herself with kids, with people that she's in charge of and shakes her head, laughing again. "No, no children. I have a sister but my family is relatively small. My mother has lung cancer so in between teaching, I spend time taking care of her."

Lucy doesn't mention that her mother's not sick anymore but it's not because of cancer treatments. It's because time is wrong, off. Amy is gone, her mother's okay and she has no idea what to do to fix everything.

"I suppose I count my students as temporary children," Lucy remarks idly. "They're my kids for a few hours a day and then I send them home and I'm happier for it."