//Right,// said Jono, who had wrapped himself up for the occasion mostly because he didn't much trust these events to not end in something unfortunate for him. Particularly this week.

This week he'd woken up to realize that he was three-for-three now with experience in those realities that people had been dragged to the first time anyone had experienced this particular wasteland, and he'd been camped out at home refusing to acknowledge it until today.

//So, dressing a gremlin. Can't possibly go wrong.//

Why did he continue to live here?