"Mostly that, yes," says Combeferre, "that corner, and some of the area around it, and the inside of the Corinthe, of course." He pauses. "It had pictures of the wall, of certain regular patrons of note. Including our friends. Matelote had stories to tell us, about our 'uncles', and their friends--she thought we were our own nephews."

He wonders, suddenly, what it would have been like to encounter his older self in this world. "We had no chance to see more," he says. "We were whisked back to Milliways shortly after arriving at the Vivent les peuples wall."