[She hums softly. Nine years of difference between their lives, then, and it makes her start to realize she's likely from the same generation as Claire's mother. How bizarre to think about, and she pushes the thought away, preferring to focus on the much more enjoyable time travel.]

Yes and no. The doorways I had were man-made, and so while I could theoretically open a doorway into the same place with different times, more often than not I popped a hole open where and when I wanted, with mixed success.