Always wanted to teach the little ones. Amos can't help but wonder, if only for a second, what life might have been like if he'd had someone like that. There was Lydia, sure, but that wasn't her job. Not exactly something she signed up for. Nadine wanted that.

It's stunning, for that one second, before he drops the thought. Past can't be rewritten. Just glad that maybe people like that do exist.

So Nadine's someone important. Maybe that's why Thorne wanted her here.

His voice turns sardonic at her question. "Getting the fuck out of dodge. Shit went south in my world, too. A friend—" yeah, that's the word he'd use to describe his relationship with Peaches now, isn't it. Also probably isn't going to see her again— "said she thought there might be some shuttles still at Lake Winnipesaukee. Rich people bullshit, I guess. She was right. Got one fixed up and just left Earth before, you know."

A light, barely-there shrug with one shoulder; a faint gesture with the same hand; now he's here. Kind of a rip off, spending all that time trying to get off of a post-apocalyptic Earth, get back to his people, only to pass out at escape velocity and wake up planet-side somewhere else alone and in jail.