"First time I've said it," he remarked. "Though I did think it. Had a memory that wasn't quite ... there. As for the last thing I remember, I was on Mondas, had been for about a month, building up a nice little foundation to a plan. I don't mind telling you, since you won't remember when you leave, and you're probably already past it anyway, judging by how you're acting. ... 'How annoyed', she says. Oooh, it must come out rather well, all told, even if it sounds like I still don't get the best of you."

Not that he's into that so much, recently, but let her sit on that for a little while longer. He gives her a cheeky little look at the 'what isn't how' remark.

"It's like I said. This place is created by, and runs on, chaos energy. More complex than entropy, even. Took me a few weeks to get right, but ... everyone here has the mental capacity to access it and use it to mold reality into what they like. It'd feel like lemon juice in papercuts, all over, if we were still connected to the time stream, I'm sure. Conceptually, it's absolutely horrifying. I rather like it, but then ... I'm utterly mad, so."