Lily's quiet for a very long time. Then she waves a hand toward the door - the sign flips to closed, the door locks, and the shades pull down on the windows. "I don't want to risk someone coming in while we're talking," she explains, of her sudden caution.

"He faked his death, or--you know what, it doesn't matter. He wouldn't wait so long if he had a means of returning sooner. So almost twenty years from now before he's finally gone." Better than him never being gone, she thinks. "But he is gone."

Sighing, Lily chews on her lip a moment before she speaks again. "I met a young man recently. It turns out he's my son. From... From what I can only assume is the timeline you're from. The way he looked at me at first, you'd think he'd seen a ghost."

Looking at Scorpius, she speaks very softly. "I don't see him through to the end, do I?"