Quite some time ago. Mick was still Chronos, was not Chronos, would always be Mick. Was alive, which mattered most of all. Leonard wasn't planning on giving anything about the future away to Ray. Didn't seem as if much could be gained from that. Of course Ray hadn't noticed that he'd dodged the question, so he has nothing to lose.

He remembered that moment, what now made Ray look like a kicked puppy. Like a kicked flea. Something along those lines.

"Get a grip, Thumbelina. We'll get back at the bastards. That's what Mick would want."