The Voyager. Right. It would have been better if she just hadn't told him about his own curse, he thought, because then he could have gone about his life as though nothing was different. He would have had something to occupy his time, working on de-cursing his ship, and he wouldn't have had this on his mind. But she would have, he realized, and so he supposed keeping it from him couldn't really have been feasible. Particularly if they were both working on the Voyager — he would have noticed she was hiding something. Her face would have told him.

"Right. I'll still help," he decided, because what else was he going to do? If there was any chance that they could get him de-cursed, it would probably come after they'd found a way to get the ship de-cursed. If the alternative was just sitting at home in his flat, doing nothing and waiting for the curse to find him... he shuddered to think.

"When do we start?" he asked, looking at the corner of the table instead of her.