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"I miss it," admits Ian, who's time travelled sixty years the slow way to be here; he's had a good life, but there's never been anything quite like those days.
"I miss it," announces Mel, who's never gone back to anything like the quiet successful life that had once lain ahead of her; she's a confirmed adventure-chaser now, and a woman of the universe.
"I miss it, too," says Yaz; it's true, it's absolutely true, and someday she'll work out how to add, "I miss her."