( Rose likewise slips her hands into the pockets of her long tan coat as she walks. The question is one she's been asking herself over and over and over. )

She is. She's... not really a normal human, I think. ( There's no sense hiding the fact itself. She just doesn't exactly know how to explain. ) They want to hurt her because of that. They're... afraid of her, just because they don't understand her. And it makes them cruel.

( How anyone could harm a child.... But those horrible people had convinced themselves that her daughter, and the girl she came from, weren't a child at all, but a demon. A witch. There was no reasoning with them. )

What year are you from? That sounds like maybe far into the future, for me.