It takes a few minutes for Webster to register that he isn't alone. Sometimes, the world around him seems distant, seems so far away, seems like it can't be real, but that might be a symptom of a war that had always been strange and distant and unfamiliar. Then, he turns and sees a figure on the horizon, pulling relief from his core while tinged with suspicion.

"Joe? Joe Liebgott, is that you? Did someone drug me?" he wonders. "How in the hell did I manage to leap from Haguenau to here?"