"It wouldn't. Different worlds entirely." Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a good name for them to drop, before deciding it was pointless. A name a hundred years out of date would be worse than no name at all.

"I know where the place should be," he said. "Just -- don't say too much, and don't eat anything while we're there. They don't. I doubt anyone would remember me." He eyed Mitchell, a little wary for the first time. "Are you still -- abstaining?"