"But I thought sliding...I mean...traveling in parallel dimensions...isn't time travel," she said, parroting back what she'd heard Arturo and Quinn tell her on numerous occasions, even when the world they'd landed in had made it seem like they had.

She brushed past him as she spoke, taken by a feeling of restlessness brought on by the conversation and the halt in their walking. She doesn't go much further than the fallen log a few feet ahead of the Time Lord, pausing to balance atop it.

"Yeah. Two times. The first time was actually the second world we ever went to. America was actually part of the Soviet Empire there, and I was one of the leaders of the underground American resistance. The second time..." she faltered for a moment, her not-so-secret pride in her earlier double falling flat as she had remembered wondering if this other Wade was a part of who she was too, "it was this Earth where everyone was under this huge amount of pressure to be successful. She...murdered her husband. Because of business."