Gaeta remembers that very well: calculating two hundred and thirty-eight jumps in the span of five and a half days, running on nothing but stims popped by the handful (enough to make his hands shake and his heart race), still reeling from the destruction of the Colonies, and knowing that one misplaced variable on his part could reduce the human race even further.

That would have been a hopeful thing for him to know then, too.

His eyes widen by a fraction. "You mean," he says slowly, "the fact that people can arrive at Milliways from different years as well as different places. That difference can arise even if they're from the same universe?"