Following him over to the bench, I sat myself down on the other end.

"Couple of years ago, I was in some asshole's car, in New York. I dozed off, and then... Here I was. I woke up in a different parked car on a street, just a couple blocks from here. No explanation, no warning. For a lot of folks, it just... happens. Instantaneous. They come from all over, different times and places, and the only way that anybody leaves is the same. You just... vanish. And go back home, I guess. It's fucked up, and trust me, I wish I had a better answer than that, but that's all anybody's ever figured out."