The old woman shrugged. “The me that’s here is some different in her way of thinking than the me that would be there.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means I have human feelings here for my descendants. There I have none. My non-corporeal sentient entity persona — Magic — has reasons for wanting Rose to have the notebook. She won’t take it away.”

Everett was quiet for a moment. “Is there anything that you can do?”

“There is one thing that I can do. You won’t like it.”

“Tell me.”