"Heh. No." A couple of years ago their declarations had all been a giant practical joke, one played on them by the island. Of course, back then they had been glad of the fact. Now though, Ray couldn't have been more glad that what Asher had said hadn't been a joke.

"Do we even have toilets anymore?" A month without them in Victorian London had been bad enough. Ray didn't even want to know what cowboys and Indians used when they needed the john.