Eliot's used to seeing some pretty weird things. Even a woman walking the streets in period clothing might not have phased him, except...

...except that she isn't actually walking anywhere. She's just standing.

Even so, he almost walks by without saying anything. How do you actually start to have that conversation? With a stranger, no less? Hey, so I notice you have the look of someone who just got yanked out of everything they find familiar. Am I right?

Except. Except it would be worse to say nothing.

A few steps past her, he pauses, then turns.

"You... seem lost." Hesitant. Gently probing.