"I assumed that you already figured out the supposed rift in space and time," Chase says with a simple shrug, licking a slight dollop of sugar off of his thumb before kicking his legs out as they hang a few inches off of the ground. "Wreck or otherwise. The fact that this clearly isn't Kansas is the first thing that smacks you in the face around here."

In spite of himself, Chase finds his lips quirking in a slight smile, wry and tempered. As conflicted as he feels about the city itself, the company is familiar. Constant.

For now.

"So I guess now the question is, how much do you care that you're trapped here? You've a lot of things in this city that you can focus on, if you'd rather not dwell on the question of where we are in the first place."