Eda blocks with her knee this time, but the ball goes a little wide of where she was trying to send it back.

"Not sure I've met him," Eda says, though it's possible she's been poking into cases of people vanishing temporarily indirectly, at least a bit.

"But there's certainly something going on. Not just forgetting about this place, either. Time's not right." Not right was putting it both mildly and simply, but that was what it seemed to come down to.