"Hm, it chose me more, really," he said almost nonchalantly, "there's a rift in space and time running right through the middle of it." Utterly casual, like it was regular conversation over a drink.

And really, for Jack, it was.

"No," Jack said with a shake of his head. "I came here myself." He reached out and pulled up the end of his sleeve, exposing the leather strap on his wrist. He unclipped it and gestured it out towards her. "With this."

For a moment, he left it within her sights, and pulled his arm back, closing it again.

"But theories of time travel aside," he said, quite seriously, "we've got a bottle of wine that still isn't finished."