[Ragnar would just rather not know. He knew these changes were slow, spread out over lifetimes, and there was nothing he could do to change it or likely nothing he could do. So, why delve into the details?]

You would? And this -[he pulled out his phone]- I can reach you with this, yes? You're already... there to pick?

[He'd been given a basic tour of everything, but had forgotten what most of the appliances were called and, more detrimentally, had forgotten what they were used for. He knew the fridge. That was an important one. He liked it.

He made a face, but nodded in agreement.]

My daughter, Gyda, is here. [He swallows thickly.] She is sure that she died. When I left, she was alive, but I am from, probably, a few months before the time she is.

Does that mean... if I go back, when I die, I will not see her again? Will her mother and brother and I not be reunited with her? Will she still be here?

[He snagged a stick to give the fire a poke and then got up to add a few pieces of wood to bolster the blaze.]

I know you cannot answer these questions. They have just been heavy on my mind.