"Hm...I like Helen, I think. Okay. Helen." 

"Welcome to the family, Helen," she says, somewhat teasingly. 

She snorts. "And I'll need a surname, I suppose, but that's less important since I'll be getting rid of it soon enough." 

"If you and Amity are to be cousins, you could perhaps share a maiden name. Though I do not think we have established one for her, yet."

Shrug. "Amity?" 

"...There was a woman at the seminal school whom I greatly admired, whose surname was Bolton. It would be good, I believe, to honor her."

"Helen Bolton," she says, rolling it over her tongue. "I could answer to that. Alright." 

"Amity Sanders nee Bolton has a certain ring, as well."

"That'll do, then. Helen." Slight headshake. "That's still going to take some getting used to." 

"It does tend to. Still, we can help."

"Yeah. I'll get used to it." Shrug. 

Emma nods.

In the morning, once it's a decent hour and they've all rested - her servants have today off as well - she sends a message down to Ruth. The girl was helpful enough earlier, and is honestly Emma's favorite of her nieces and nephews. A practical sort.

And, without too much ado, the trio can be on the road to Boston, no one else in their little town the wiser to Eliza's return.

"Cars must have been a surprise," she comments to Amity once they're well underway. 

"We had prototypes even in my husband's life, in fact. Quite fanciful, and nothing workable, but some found them exciting. And England had steam locomotives shortly after the turn of the century."

"...Oh. Sorry. I guess history isn't my forte." 

"I was perhaps more knowledgeable of the odd little inventions people pursued than most. I'm certain there's many ideas now that will revolutionize the world a hundred years hence..."

"Especially if we can keep the really promising inventors from getting taken off the field." 

Her grin widens. "I can certainly name several inventors of my time who would have a field day with today's science. Perhaps we should make a list, of all the minds the world should certainly not lose."

"Maybe we should be excavating more old graves. If the inhabitants react badly we can just dismiss them and be no worse off, and if they don't--I have no idea if anyone knows where, say, Archimedes was buried but if we could find him just imagine what he could do with modern science!" 

She laughs. "It'd take him a while to catch up! And - I imagine too, all the great minds who didn't get the chance. All the women whose minds burned so bright in their dark little boxes. But I don't know how we would find them to say, yes, this is who the world needed most."

"--Yes. There is that. I don't know if there is any way of finding them aside from simply resurrecting the entirety of humanity into a world where all the boxes are gone." 

"We'll do it, someday."

"Yeah." Sigh. "They've waited this long already. But I know I'll never look at a grave the same way again." 

She nods. "I never did, after meeting Hiram. It's - not just a life cut short. It's everything that life could yet be."

Nod. "And for myself, I feel--the phrase dodged a bullet shouldn't apply, I didn't dodge the bullet--" she shivers.