"I'm virtually indestructible, Stark. Perk of having died once before: I'm much harder to kill than the typical ten year old." Is there a little bitterness in that? "I had a whole bloody building drop on me during the Blitz. Christmas Eve, 1940. Got out without a scratch." He smiles in what he hopes is a bracing sort of way. "And that wasn't the first time."

"I'll be all right. I'll see you back here then, yeah? We can toast our victory with some of that cider Peter told me about. When he wore that idiotic sign of his."