How expeditious that their goals are aligned! Timman takes off again with a fervor, speed and energy fueled by the righteous need to fix everything he comes across. His miniaturized navigator helpfully directs him to the nearest sign of trouble.

Timman's face immediately lights up further, which must not have been assumed to be possible but almost certainly is. He skids to an utterly graceless halt in front of the smaller man, whipping off his sunglasses and grinning his dazzling grin.

"TROY MY DEAR BOY," he exclaims heartily.