This is where he should tell her about being magically composed to go right to the muster drill, except he actually doesn't remember that because he was so freaked out about being here and seeing someone from his world who was almost two decades older than him now - that he hadn't even noticed walking to the deck was kind of forced.

"I don't think so. If anything showed up with you it should be around though, like this shovel came with me and it was under the bed for some reason." He shrugs, retrieving that bright yellow shovel from where it had fallen over. "Its not even my fucking shovel."

Well it is now he supposes.

"See if the door opens?"