On the nose. Which were a right mess, 'cause this were long before any of them planets are supposed to go dead.

[Iris takes another deep swallow of gin and refills both their glasses without being asked. She hasn't exactly stopped smiling, but now it's only there out of habit: the ghost of her failure looks out from between the cracks in it.]

And I'd lost my bus - my timeship, that is. I don't know what I'd've done if I 'adn't 'ad this for a fallback. Well, I do, 'cause I'd spent about a year before'and running into meself trying to stop me cocking up in the first place - only that never worked. I'm too bloody clever for meself, which isn't as comforting as it sounds when I'm trying to stop me.