Projectile aimed towards me, coming in directly from the front. Fairly slow speed, nonthreatening object.
   Quick analysis complete, Eve casually knocked the loaf of bread away, smacking it with her hand just before it could reach her face. Her eyes narrowed as the bread went flying away from her. Bread? Why would someone be throwing bread at her? Although, upon examining her âattacker,â she discovered that âwhy breadâ was not the most important question right now.
   Extremely similar face, but different in most other ways. It hadnât been that long since sheâd last seen Add, right? He couldnât have possibly changed this much in that short time. Who was this? It couldnât actually be Add.
   âIdentify yourself, and your purpose for throwing a loaf of bread at me.â