Rory laughed. "Met a mermaid once, or at least a fish person. Ended up fighting it with a broom. He had a sword. It didn't work out so well. Of course, that was the first time I'd ever time traveled as well, so there I am, grabbed from my stag night, in Venice, in 1580, fighting an alien fish person who was trying rather hard to turn the young women in Venice into something like him. And all I had was a broom."

He shifted. "I'm getting used to it, that whole, dropping out of the sky, everything changes, and then five minutes later it changes again. The only thing to do is try to adapt and hope you make it through, really. Not like it'll stop to let you catch your breath."