“Not a billion. Fifty thousand. And that’s not what I mean. That place is gone forever. Even if Earth is still around—even if Martin’s right and it’s a fucking party around the sun, who cares? It’s been ages. I’m sure it took more than fifty thousand years to get out this far. It’ll take at least that long to get back. This is our home.” He looked down at his tail, flicking it in agitation. “A world where we seem to be going for maximum coverage of mythical creatures. I’m at six, how many spots do you have on your bingo card?”