It’s like when you forget how old you are, only with realties.
Tachelock: Like back when I first arrived at the gate. The number of different theories that got trotted out!
Tachelock: I mean, I was just minding my own business, making perfectly sensible use of a home brewed space tunnel to make a little hop between adjacent star systems.
Tachelock: And then Boom!
Tachelock: Suddenly I’m floating outside and everyone’s yelling at me about illegal this and causality that.
X2: Wait, so you were sucked in by the wake like JEDCØP?
X2: Does that mean this isn’t your home dimension either?
Tachelock: Ah… it might not be. I mean… it probably is but… you know.
Tachelock: That kind of thing gets hard to keep track of.