"We stayed quiet and tried to play our parts. It was mortifying," he adds with a small shudder and strategic sip of tea. "Steve hated it. Though I think Harrowheart might have actually enjoyed it a little."

The assurance that they're all going to be put back into their bodies earns a relieved sigh. A relief that doesn't last long though, because the doctor is soon asking awkward questions again. He looks down at his cup. At the hands holding the cup.

"I... don't know," he says honestly. "Steve... Steve and I... I understand him better now. Perhaps it will be easier. I'm more used to being the weak, helpless one than he knows... and now I know, truly, how he feels. How strong he has to be all the time. What kind of fire and life that takes to be that strong for so long... It's hard to say. I don't know what he thinks. Maybe he'll think now that I'm just a rich, snobby man with lots of houses."