"Please, take a seat at the table, I'll get you both some tea," Came a woman's voice, I was pretty sure it was my mums. I couldn't be certain, but that was what my memories were telling me.
"That sounds lovely, I'm Lauren by the way," Lauren replied.
Shortly after I heard the clunks of chairs being moved around and the steadily building hiss of a kettle being boiled.
"Thank you for the tea, Mrs… Actually, I don't think Tristan ever told us his surname," Greave said, the exhaustion was obvious in his voice now he'd been given the chance to rest.
"After all you've done, making some tea is the absolute least I can do. Don't worry about surnames either, you saved my boy, so please, Andria is just fine," my mum replied, it was definitely her.
I'd been happily chugging along in a painkiller induced high, but all of that was stripped away when my brain managed to make the connections about what was going on here.