"I assure you that most of my time is spent quite in the past." Athos has been back home, but it had only been to more of Paris' antics. Marsac's return had been enough of a worry, but as ever the ghost of his thought-dead wife continued to lurk and haunt him. "This, alone, is almost more than I can cope with. I would hate to imagine a time even further."

"So perhaps we are alike, then, in the unfamiliar."