It's Beckett who breaks our melancholy. "We can't worry about time travel or Solo's plans right now." He climbs to his feet, offers me a hand in rising. "We need to find a safe place first, then figure this out."

I step back from him, knowing I have to finally do what I've only attempted before. "Not this time."

Beckett's scowl is immediate. "We're not having this argument again," he says.

"Yes, we are." I gesture for Duet to come to me and she does, though she ...