“Maybe I’ve already lived too long,” Ashildr said softly. “It’s cold…” She was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job and about the only thing I’m good at these days.” He replied, shrugging off her attempt to thank him.
“Nah,” he held the clipboard to his chest and folded his arms. “I bring good news. 1) You don’t have to suffer through...