[That...is a very long time. Almost a year. Evelyn hasn't even thought that far ahead in her own time. She's hoping to be a curator by then, but it's such a while from now that one never knows.

Five years sounds even more daunting. Do they miss their homes? Don't they age? Is there no way of getting back at all, except in death?

She wants to ask those questions, but fears they sound a bit morose for her first day. Evelyn opts for a different approach.]

Is it very difficult to make friends here? Several people over the radio were not particularly encouraging in their transmissions.

[And that's the understatement of the century centuries universes.]