"You're in a place called Darrow. It's a city, maybe on the east coast of North America, but nobody really knows. And it's twenty-nineteen," I said, grabbing a chair and sinking down into it.

For some reason, hospitals always had the most uncomfortable chairs in the world.

"I'm gonna guess all that's far off from where, and when, you were," I said, dropping the bear onto the bed, at his side. It sat, just a little under-filled, lopsided and scruffy. They made a weird pair.

"It happened to me, too. Four years ago. I was at home, then suddenly, I was here. I didn't get a fucking spear through the side, though."