He nodded at Kat's first question, and shrugged a little at her second. "Suh-suh-some," he agreed. Then he dug out his sketchbook, flipped to a blank page and started to write.
'Being here like this is weird. This is almost exactly the time when I appeared on the station, and I've grown up. I'm 26 years older than the version of me that's in the house down that hill, but nothing here has changed. It can't have, it's the same time. I'm lost, I guess. I've never felt like this through a door before, and I've been through a lot.
I'm glad you and Zu and the old man are here, though. It helps a lot."
He handed the sketchbook over to Kat, and looked round as he waited for her to read it.