We sent a little boy from the 50's back home today. There was a time fissure he'd come through - he seemed really scared, but... It didn't feel genuine to me.
Mum closed the fissure and said that was the end of it, but I have a feeling tonight she's going to go back for a look. He came from the summer before her Parents died.
I know I'd go back for a look if I lost Mum.
I'll have to keep an ear out for when she leaves and make sure to go with her so she isn't alone.