"Like that, yes," she nods. "It was like a..."

She gestures vaguely. Not a word that comes up in casual conversation.

"One of those models with stars and planets in it, and you turn a crank and everything moves in its orbit. He'd studied the end of the universe, so that's what his device showed--everything colliding and collapsing, grinding up in the machinery. Temporal energy, plus the release of the power that was put into making the device. He couldn't set it for a particular destination, there was no time for that, but it took each of us where we'd most wanted to be."

Separately, unfortunately. She never saw him again.