Every question, every concern, everything Gwen could have or wanted to say just washed from her mind completely as she watched the flames dance across his face.

She wasn't a doctor, but she didn't know what, for whatever reason, could have dealt such a seemingly gentle man such a lot in life. She reached out, as if she would dare to touch the flame, to prove to her muddled and confused mind that it could be real. Instead of such foolery, her hand timidly brushed the side of his arm; a comforting, almost automatic gesture, filled with pity and awe.

"You're right, if you were from my world, we would have heard of you." What was she doing here? With aliens and mutant humans with unimaginable powers, why could someone so normal in comparison be needed? Why did they want with her?

She thought vaguely of the Rift that ran through her city, dumping aliens and beings from other worlds and times and maybe even universes, and she couldn't help but wonder if it could be related. But they knew the Rift was random, this seemed to calculated.

She stared at Jono, filled with questions she knew he didn't have the answers to.