Humans aren't aliens to this planet though, which is kind of the definition they should be going for. They're the aliens here. Actually, he's not sure what he himself counts as. Andrew is definitely a Time Lord-human hybrid, but James seems to have something extra mixed in. Who knows? They're both pretty unique, biologically.

James smiles a bit. Perhaps they were just ridiculously lucky. Perhaps something in them both caused the rift to pull them through. Again, who knows?

And James is doing most of the hauling himself, trying not to lean too much on Andrew. He's largely there for moral support and stabilising, really. Between them, they manage it.

"Do you have bedspace for two?" he asks, not remembering. It frustrates him that he can't just rewind back through his memories and check.