"Yeah I know," Jack said gently. Oh he knew. He'd seen her go through worse. Seen her cannibalised into a paradox machine. She'd suffered that year, just as much as any of them.

He continued on down through dank corridors and thin staircases, and he frowned slightly. "Power outages? Yeah well we could do without those. The city would go crazy."

He laughed again, though there was really no amusement in it. "Yeah. Wouldn't be surprised. Seem to attract trouble. Maybe I'm cursed."

Breathing out a heavy breath, he shook his head and seemingly nowhere, he asked, "You don't like me much, do you?"