All right. At least he remembers where he came from. Jacob can work with that, hopefully. But first, he needs information about what the hell he has been thrown into.

“You’re right, I am new,” he admits, leaning back as best he can in the transport’s seat. “New here, at least. But I was an imPort in another universe- with you. One without all this bullshit.”

He pauses meaningfully for a moment.

“We were friends there. We fought side-by-side. Not for or against the government, but for what we chose.”