"They made sense, once," Roger agrees. "They wouldn't here, if we were going to try to pick up those pieces."

It's a big if, he's aware of that. There's a total of three of them right now, and of those three one of them probably has no reason to even want to try. But... well, who knows. He'd rather work with the people of his world than try to make it on his own, and he's an old enough dog at this point not to want to have to do it entirely through new tricks. So to speak.

"I suppose that would make sense. The ones I saw... they didn't strike me as the sort to draw much of a distinction any more. Not after everything that'd happened to them."