"Eleven?" Lilly tilts her head, briefly confused, but shrugs it off. In the dream, it makes perfect sense.

"What happens when you're eleven? Magic owls?"

She's pretty sure that's traditional on Tom's side of the family, at least. Well, magic owls or the start of a descent into madness, noselessness and killing sprees, but that's not their Tom and it's definitely not their Ingress.