"How much longer?" Drake asked, sipping away his headache with the steaming mug in his cupped hands.

Petra tilted her head to glance up at a golden watch on the shelf, "I'd guess ten minutes."

"It feels like it's been forever," he muttered, laying back so that his body filled the length of the bench.

"You know when she time travels back she might be sitting right there and will land on top of you," Petra warned him.

"Yeah, of course, just give me a second," Drake responded. He wasn't listening to a single word Petra was muttering. He was eyeing the top of the bench, where a soft scratching noise was resounding. He sat up and began to trace his finger along it as it began to move until it read "JADE - 1815" Smiling he laid back down. She could change the past, but not necessarily the present.