"Well yeah, I get that. But still. I'm going to start worrying now about what was happening back there. And thinking of everything that happens around here, I can't deal with that." Hanna raised her arms up in defeat and sighed. "But it's fine, whatever." She knew that she was beating up Spencer over this, and it was unfair to her. It was just so frustrating putting up with this. The first person she knew from her own place was advanced to another point in time, and she was alienated. Just like that.

Starting to simmer down, Hanna nodded. "I guess so." Watching Spencer pace, she decided to think of other things to do after this. ...So basically, nothing. She barely knew anyone here, and there wasn't anything she could actually do other than sitting in her room with the closet. Noting Spencer's question, she answered, "Nothing much, just sitting in my room thinking of what to do with my room." Hanna paused. "Who's Nostradamus?"