"Wait, what?" Having not spoken much, if at all, with Crow, Alastair didn't know about this. "Friends again? How the hell does that work? No, nevermind, it's not my business and it doesn't matter." He shook his head; divergent timelines and distant futures were too much to cope with, he tended to ignore them and let them be.

"Don't let it get to you, man. He's all the way up there, we're down here, you're gonna get to go see the Nazca lines and all that. It's what you've been wanting, right? So let's look forward to that and not worry about someone half a world away who might get ported back out before you get home. For all you know."