“God, no.” The thought is so horrifying that Jacob has to chuckle with relief as he lets Lucina go. “No, the Porter sent me home. Things were good. I was good. My family’s doing great. Then...”

He gestures at the nightmare around them. “Here I am. Just arrived and got stuffed in one of these transports. It’s like the Soviets all over again. Do you know what the hell happened?”