[For Prior, it's a strange mix of the worlds of Buck Rogers and Captain Kirk (watched mostly for the amount of times Shatner wound up shirtless) - but without the dashing adventures those serials had to offer. It seems beyond odd that they should have crossed space and time to end up somewhere with department stores, but he's not questioning it - for now.

Something in him knows there should have been an adjustment period. He'd have been inconsolable. He'd be lost and frightened and alone but - somehow - he's skipped all that.

He's here, and it doesn't feel like forever. So for now he walks through the strangeness with the kind of acceptance one might have in a dream. But if the boy with him hasn't caught up quite so far, Prior doesn't really want to be the pin in his bubble.]

Something... happened, at home. We're here until they fix whatever that is. Why, do you usually wake up places with no idea how you got there?