Or perhaps, the universe was taking you exactly where you needed to be.

[ For a second there, he'd cultivated a Wise and Portentous Voice™ more befitting of the Ancient One... and so Stephen winces right afterwards, self-conscious. Oh no, he didn't like that one bit. He'd meant it and he still does, but... ]

Sorry, I've been staring into the cosmos a lot lately, it leaves me a little— I don't think I can deliver those lines with the same gravitas as my predecessor did. Do you want to help with the gardening? Maybe FRIDAY sent me an assistant gardener.