I don't have a defeatist attitude. If I throw myself over the rail, I have no way of knowing what will happen. Dying for real won't help ferret out Quantum. Staying here won't help anyone. You haven't found a way out either. What if there isn't one? What if this is it, for eternity, or however long it takes the Admiral to grow bored of us?

I haven't talked about this since my initial psych evaluation when I joined MI6. I suppose I did. I moved on with my life, and used my considerable leavings from their will to buy a truly fantastic Bentley. But I still haven't gone back to the manor house. I never want to see that place again.