One day, Oliver would have to ask her more about Lancelot. But for now, he nodded, hurrying with Gwen to wherever she was taking him. "Maybe I can come back sometime?" he asked hopefully, still wishing he didn't have to leave. "And you could come to the TARDIS!"

As they went, he was growing increasingly glad that Gwen was leading him because the world was steadily darkening around him. He just hoped she didn't bring him too close to something he might crash into, as it was getting more difficult by the moment to distinguish Camelot from the walls that slowly seemed to be coming into existence.

At the same time, Gwen might notice that, while Oliver still felt solid, he was visibly beginning to fade beside her. He wouldn't be in Camelot for much longer at all.