"I've seen her. She's really real!", I tried to convince my skeptical sister. "No-way Hosea!", she would say, trying to sound more authoritative than the seven-year-old girl she was. "No, really Cecilia, The Scholar came to me one day, she is amazing! She has this beautiful pocket watch and-" "Rachel, please! I'm too old for you to trick me anymore. There is no 'Scholar', and you can't time travel!". She sounded so sure of herself. Fine, I thought. It's okay for her to not know the joy of my adventure with the ageless woman.