Max's hand wrapping around his, Nimona purring loudly on his shoulder, tell him that he's here and not anywhere else. The noise of the oncoming train, louder and louder, threatens to drown them out ... until it changes, slowing as it gets closer, clanking and creaking and puffing like it's tired and wants to sit down.

"Yeah," he says to Max's question, gripping it and Max's hand together like a lifeline. "Yeah, hot baths, big fuckin fancy ones -- first met you in one of those, in fact ..."

The train crawls to a stop in front of them, and it's only as big as half the world after all, and the doors slide open.