"Oh, it got resolved." Martha grinned, surprising herself, but it was, eventually, a good memory. Sort of. Well, the world and humanity had survived. "I mean, there was a year, and that year only happened because there was this machine thing that was holding reality against the paradox and then at the end of the year Jack destroyed the machine. So."
She dug her fork into the potato rapidly cooling in front of her. "It's all good."