[They better. Nate wants to grow old and gray and wrinkly beside her until they're holding hands in side-by-side rocking chairs, watching the grandkids play.]

Seems kind of petty to bring in the right people at the wrong times to mess with them, doesn't it?

[And that's assuming they'd even know how to do it, that they have some insight into people's lives ahead of time. Honestly, simple bad luck might be a less unnerving thought.]

There's nothing we can do to change it now, so I guess we just stay on the alert, keep our eyes out for anything hinky. And work our new jobs, once we're done on vacation planet. [He raises his eyebrows.] Which should be an experience.