Jack nodded. "We were working on the same problem. Me because the Time Agency sent me, him because he's good at finding trouble. Didn't run into him again until he landed in the middle of my mission in 1969, with Buzz Aldrin and religious alien nuts." He chuckled, shaking his head. "He had found this spit-fire with a nice eye for guns to travel with. Argued like they were kids in a school-yard half the time, and the rest of it - I was really glad we were on the same side."