Ange glances between the lighthouse and the man, starting to look more helpless by the moment. This is exactly the sort of thing she would love to shove behind a pokerface, it's also kind of too late for that at this point. And perhaps even too heavy, since saying goodbye to Martin in the first place had been hard as hell, and now she's facing him again - while he doesn't even remember her.

And she has to explain that to him. How does she even do that?

"This.. is probably the worst possible time for this."

Especially since she can still feel the pull from that lighthouse. It's the fact that the emotions she's feeling over a different Martin being thrown into Trench are so strong that keeps her rooted to the spot for now.

"But I mean-- Have you ever heard about.. alternate worlds? You know, parallel dimensions, that stuff."