There's a flicker of empathy as John nods. He is no stranger to addiction and he's lost more friends than he can count to drugs, liquor and an addiction to magic.

He'll have to tamp down on his power until he can find a way home.

"Time you say?" A smirk. "Yeah. Take a breather mate. I've got this."

A little plasma stolen from the time stream should give them just enough of a jolt to pull free. So much for saving that for a bigger spell. Ah well.

"Welcome back lads."