"Aah, I dunno," Much said, raising one of his hands to touch hers, stroking the back of his fingers down the back of her wrist. "Y'know I'm not the greatest at thinking about the future but I keep thinking about us all still stuck in New York in fifty years because it's too dangerous to try and move the guy we've had bricked into the pub for that long. Or a hundred years. Will he even be a person, after century in a toilet? That's the price we have to pay to be safe?"