As I said, no one knows the show tunes I refer to. [Prior bites his lip, holds up a hand - playing at needing a moment - then takes the bottle to drown his sorrows.] Never was a story of more woe. But Byerly's world - well. I'm his great great, give or take a few dozen more greats grandfather's token homosexual friend. Probably. His world is where mine emigrated to, many years into our future.

[And yet both their worlds ended due to the storm so-]

I remain uncertain how that works. No magic I'm aware of, though I do keep running into it here. What makes yours so wicked?