"Imaginations are lofty things, occasionally our saviour and more often our tormentor," he mumbled, mostly to himself. "Sorry." He sipped at his tea, glad Piper actually knew how to make a decent cup of it. It was rare in America, though he was fairly sure it was because she wasn't American.

"I'm sorry your memories are plaguing you as well. I'm glad you came to see me. That always makes me smile."