The twenty-first century was strange in some ways, Edmund thought as he and Susan strolled through the halls of McKinley, but not that strange. The young people here still behaved in much the same way they had in the 1940s - teasing, raucous, sometimes cruel, sometimes joyous. They were less in awe of authority, which Edmund thought a good thing on the whole. It was, after all, partly because of the cruel actions of adults that he and Susan were here.

“This one,” Susan said, stopping in front of a door. Edmund pulled himself from his thoughts and looked through the clear glass into the classroom; there were numerous students waiting on an instructor, including a stunning blonde girl who was as immaculately dressed as Susan, a tiny dark-haired girl who made herself the center of attention despite her size, and a blond boy who reminded Edmund amazingly of Corin - not so much in looks, but in his aura and mannerisms.

And slightly off to the side and in the back, the young man they had come for, and his boyfriend.

“He looks like us, you know,” Edmund said quietly to his sister.

Susan nodded. “Yes, he really does,” she agreed softly. “We’ll have to do our best to be our younger selves, Edmund. We don’t want to frighten him.”

“Well, considering that all we know is that Blaine is your great-grandson, and not how he comes to be, we can hardly give ourselves away,” Edmund said dryly.

Susan raised an eyebrow at him. “You know better than that. We can always give ourselves away.”