If he hasn't got an easy answer on how to get her home, there's going to have to be some contamination of the timeline. His big car and his mysterious house and the menu at a restaurant that doesn't exist yet. She'll try her best not to ask for stock tips or look up lotto numbers. She's biting her tongue, knowing she can't ask how she'll live this long.

"I can't say I understand, obviously. But... I can imagine." Kind of. It's not as though it's easy work; they've both lost a lot already, in 1997. It doesn't take much to imagine things only get harder from there on out, in spite of whatever wins they have.

"But-- Skinner didn't have a number for you. Why did you end up calling him?"