She hadn't exactly had a peachy time of things when she was pulled from the grasp of the Equalists when over Yue Bay. But by all accounts, there were plenty of bad dreams to go around from the world of the UNSC if even half of what York told Lin in confidence was anything to go by.

For a moment, Lin frowned, brows creasing. Space travel had been a quaint conceite of fiction where she was from; humans being distributed across the stars was still somewhat a foreign concept. But surely he did not mean the entire world. She shook hear head slightly. "How many worlds are there, in your waking one?"

The frown flattened in sympathy. "Knowing what, and who, has been left behind, makes being here difficult. But by all accounts, time resumes as though you never left upon return. Perhaps you'll see them again."