If Anne were in Evie's time, she probably would have been one of those women wielding a bludgeoning weapon with ease. She just happened to be in a world where most power was dealt with blows of a pen - which she was pretty good it.

"Fireflies, of all things, out in the woods. Just when you think you've found something normal they literally turn around and bit you."

It's the truth, she hadn't expected to get nibbled on by a cloud of glowy-butt bugs. But even as she lets Evie inspect her arm, she's throwing another glance out the window.