"I fail to see how I would get us lost, I'm rather brilliant at traveling. Plus she may not always take us where we want to go, but where we need to go. You really should be much nicer to her, you know..." Troy offered with a huff, then cleared his throat, "And of course that's it. You deserve better, taller. Sure he was a nice guy, but a bit full of himself I would say, definitely not your type."
The Doctor nodded, as if to confirm what he'd said, and then leaned back against the headboard, tapping his chin a moment as he thought about it all, "I don't know if it was completely intentional. I'm pretty sure I thought I'd landed a few days earlier, or years, but nope straight to that day. I had to stop an alien scientist from getting Caesar's blood... apparently he wanted to use it to clone a whole platoon of Caesar's to lead as generals for their armies."
"And I suppose I invented chess, though maybe not. After all I had to learn it from someone, and I learned it a long time ago... I wonder if I learned it before then? Not really sure. Interesting, still, fantastic game," offered Troy, then leaned forward to look at her, "I finished my novel, and it's being looked at by an editor."