"Archaeology, eh? didn't exactly do the exploratory part, but I moved a few artifacts in my time," Jack says, checking the marshmallows one last time, then removing them from the stick. laying them out on a bit of Hershey's chocolate set on what looks like a chocolate chip cookie, layering another on top. "So a reality that faded into legend? Guess that's where legends come from ultimately."

Jack might look up from his s'mores arranging with a look of wonder in his eyes. "Time Lords? Now that's something I'd heard about sitting around a campfire like this, back home on the Boeshane Peninsula. They'd speak of their society as a perfect world, the oldest and mightiest race in the universe, watching over time, observing everything that had happened, was happening and would happen. Heard people talk about God, and I've wondered if they got the notion from encountering a Time Lord somehow." The cockiness bleeds from his voice, replaced with a form of awe and respect.