"I liked the sound of where you came from." She was really beginning to worry the more she thought about it. If this was permanent, she didn't like Todd's chances. "Hold on, let me check something." The room had a door, but it didn't look like it was often actually used. She stuck her head out. "Wadsworth?"

"Yes, madam?" The voice from somewhere down the hall was a little tinny and atonal, but for some reason had a heavy but very vaguely British accent.

"What's the date?"

"August 16, 2277."

"Thanks. Is that Fawkes downstairs?"

"Yes, madam."

She turned back to Todd. "Alright, that's... Basically when I left." She poked at her nose absently, broken on Verdana and still a bit smashed.