"I trust my timer," says Nathan serenely. "Her Majesty knows how this works. She has to figure out a way to stash me someplace that has you in it or she doesn't have a Minister of Temporal Affairs any more, much as it'd pain me to turn in my two weeks. And my timer knows it too. All will be well. Call me sweetheart again, babe, pretty please?" he adds with a sigh.

"You may trust your timer, Nathan," says Bella, "but that in no way makes this uncomplicated. Stella had good reasons for putting the Joker on the asteroid, and she had much better containment resources to work with than I have."

"Complicated for you, maybe, not me. I'm just a poor helpless mated vampire seized by emotions beyond anyone's control, Your Majesty," says Nathan.

"A poor helpless mated vampire who could do his job perfectly well out of the hiding place, if necessary."