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The question of the year confused him. He wasn't used to hearing about time travel himself and he certainly wasn't yet used to the strangeness and variety of and in Nautilus.
"It's 1926. What other year would it be?"
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She took a deep breath, signifying that Credence might want to brace himself as well.
"All right, so like I was saying about magic, and super science right? Well, this is a nexus between worlds. Not hell, mind you, but time here is completely without meaning to your world, or my world, or anyone else's." She chewed her bottom lip a bit more. "I want to say something to do with flux but I just have this mental image of the Doctor rollin' his eyes at me, right?" She shakes her head. "Point is... I wasn't even born until 1986. I've been to the year, 500 billion,, my friend, the Doctor, we time traveled in our universe. Here? It all drives him a bit nutters. I mean... more than usual. Because all of time is basically collided here. Without meaning. S'like...." She closed her eyes trying to think of a good example. "Air right? It's all around you, and you don't think about it, except when there's something extra added in or you have reason to. Only he sees time normally, so here...." She shrugged. "It's like being in some place where you can breathe fine, but there's no air. And your head just refuses to accept it, right? Because how can there be breathing without air?"
She was probably making this more confusing not less. "Point is... you can step back through the gates, go back to your timeline, but you'll be trapped in it. Nothing here can change all of the human history, so... I don't know, it's a bit weird, and I haven't really tried it yet. Going back to my own timeline, I mean. I'm just taking others' word for it. But yeah, time is only what you put to it. Like breathing without air." She drank some of her own tea. "Seriously drives him 'round the bend."
Rose held up a soda straw, with her thumb over it. "So imagine you wanted to measure the air. Even if you can't see it, you can measure it in different ways, but where there's not air, you can only measure the fact that there's none, make it resistant, and then measure the places where it is. So all the world and where people come from, in their timelines, they're like those places that have air. But this place, is like the place without it. Only, we still breathe. And I don't actually mean this place has no air. I think it does." She stops, mid-breath, AND LITERALLY HOLDS IT TO THINK ABOUT IT. "Yeah, pretty sure. But the time here? That's all smushed. You can measure it, but it's like a vaccuum in here. The time here doesn't translate well outside, and vice versa."
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"You know that all sounds mad, don't you?" He asked cautiously. Maybe she was just crazy. He didn't have good reason to completely believe every word she was saying.
And he was indeed becoming more confused.
"Are you saying places have no time and no air? Unless we think about it?"
He looked completely lost.
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As for the rest... she slowly shook her head. "Not exactly. More like a frame of reference yeah? If you're standing outside a painting, looking in, you can say "What time is it inside the painting?" right? But if you're in a gallery with lots of paintings, and every painting is of a different time, then trying to decide the time inside the gallery gets a bit complicated. Basically what I'm saying is... you come from a metaphorical painting. And we're in a gallery. And figuring out what year the gallery is in... is hard when you come from a painting."
This was probably getting more confusing than not.
She pulls out her cell phone and slides it over to her picture gallery. "Here, take a look. Bet you've never seen nuffin' like this before, yeah?" Slide slide, Rose and a pair of gentlemen on either side of her in Japan, in space, stardust all over head, and of course a few in Nautilus, a young teenager in a cat-boy outfit, a very tall man in a pinstriped suit, and so on. "Okay so imagine you just were in a painting, but you jumped out of it, and now you're in the gallery, yeah? When you go back in the painting, you'll be back in that time, you might remember the gallery, but try to talk about it? You'll sound just as nuts as me."