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Part of him is still convinced that this is some bad fever dream he's going to wake up from. This whole thing just seems too unbelievable to be anything else - and it's not like Forge hasn't had his share of strange experiences in his day. But at least in the old days when something strange happened there was usually an explanation at hand. If you found yourself in a pocket universe, you at least knew who put you there. This... this is just inexplicable.

The other part of him, ever practical, figures he'd better find a place to sleep tonight and a change of clothes before it gets too late in the day. So he makes his way down to the residential quarters. His newly-obtained communicator helpfully informs him that most of the rooms are already taken, but he manages to find an empty one down near the end of the hall.

Good enough, he figures, as the door slides open with a whoosh. The room is fairly spartan, but certainly not worse than Army life, and he's never needed much luxury to be comfortable - especially in recent years. Hell, after a few years in Baltimore, this actually looks pretty good.

Satisfied, he prepares to leave the room and go see what people around here did for clothing. He should probably find something to eat, too, though he's got no appetite. Just as his door closes, he hears the door to his left slide open. Good a time as any to meet the neighbors, and he turns with a smile.

A smile that promptly fades as he realizes who exactly his neighbor is. "Really taking this welcome wagon thing to heart, aren't you Raven?"