"No," he agrees. "Friends do not lie, and we are friends, aren't we? I want to get you home," he says. "Back to your family. To-- Hawkins. Indiana. My-- friends are upstairs, and they'll be manning the boat. I'm not entirely sure how long the journey is, but we'll just have to find out, won't we?"

She isn't remotely freaked out, which, to him, is rather impressive. "You are very brave, El. Would you come sit with me and have some cake? I'll take some too, if you don't mind. I'm supposed to be working, but this is... quite dreadful on the nerves," he confesses.

"Will you tell me? About your home? I'd like very much to hear it." He cuts another slice of wedding cake, and puts it overtop of all four faces of the band members of Abba.