People 'ave reached it before now. They died, and couldn't remember bugger all about 'ow it 'appened. And it won't be mappable. Our timeships can reform their interior configurations at will, and I know damn well this boat can too.

No one knows what the Admiral is, but I reckon some kind of symbiotic connection's a given. Ships like this need it.

John's still operating on the misapprehension that my friendship's a zero sum game, I'm afraid. I doubt 'e'll talk to me. What's the point in enslaving a ship that wants to be free? Mine'd implode your brain for you if you tried that. Bless 'er.