"Your lot gets to travel through time. We took the slower path. I'd say you certainly 'get around far more." Helen points out as she goes and places the ornaments on the tree. "Nigel had more than a pair of slippery fingers. The Prime Minister held it over his head once for robbing the Bank of England."

She shifts the ornament around until she is satisfied with where it sits. She glances over the tree again.

"His daughter and granddaughter inherited his ability." She half turns to him, fingers picking at one another. A bit of a nervous habit. Its rather obvious what her statement implies for all of them involved in the experiment. "Unfortunately, none of us had dormant genetic capabilities for psychic powers. Which may work out for you in the end, John. I rather doubt you'd want me inside your head."