Lodi turns to you urgently as you approach. "The Nine wax and wane, like a tide. Something about my relationship to them has changed. Will. Is changing. Heh, sorry! I'm… I'm…" He gasps as the Nine overwhelm him with a vision.

"I'm ten miles outside of Allen, South Dakota. 1960. I eat iodine tablets like popcorn and walk on the deck of a ship that appeared… in the ravine." He snorts, disoriented.

"I'm weightless, like… a coin in midair; a beach after an earthquake, before the tsunami. I—Don't worry, I'm here. I'm with you." He was speaking to you, but then he laughs, suddenly, his context shifting again.

"I'm in Madison, Wisconsin. It's 1929. I think that biplane is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I want to be up there." He blinks, and it seems like he finally sees you for a moment.

"The Nine are going to come back, and I'll stop them. They stretched me across time and didn't think I'd learn to use it for myself. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. See?"

"It's 1962… and I'm in Lodi, Wisconsin. I feed ducks on the pond downtown. I drove there. My hands hurt from the cold. Ben's sitting next to me…"

He breathes in shakily, shifting his weight again. "It's years from now. You've learned enough Welsh to do more than just curse. Your accent still needs work."

He looks directly at you, now. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll call you sometime, Guardian."