"Yeah?" he asked, trying to pin her along his timeline. "Chronos, then? Me with the not-quite-ginger hair. Working on being ginger, never quite getting there. One day, though, Romana. One day."

He touched her long, blonde hair. Intimacy wasn't something the two of them often shared, but he longed for it, now. Longed to make up for all the times he didn't allow himself to feel anything for her.

But---wasn't her hair short, before? When he traveled with her to Chronos? No, no, he must've been remembering wrong. His desire for her to be Romana trumped the truth that was just below his fingertips.