Alba at Nine: Tell me the story of how you and Mama met? Henry DeTamble: Doesn't she tell you? Alba She does, but not like you do. Henry: Well, it was right here in this meadow. And one fine day, your mom, who's just a tiny little thing, goes out to the clearing, and there's a man there. Alba: With no clothes. Henry Not a stitch on him. And after she gives him the blanket she happens to be carrying, he explains to her that he's a time traveler. Now, for some reason I'll never understand, she believes him. Alba 'Cause it's true..