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I do hate to interrupt, [ comes the voice behind the network's latest entry. his voice is weighted down heavily by a distinct brand of southern drawl — georgia flavor, to those able to recognize it ] but seein' as I won't be goin' anywhere any time soon, I do believe proper introductions are in order. The name's Henry, and I hail from a small town called Purgatory. It was 2017, last I checked, but I don't suppose dates mean much in a "wondrous" place such as this.

[ yeah, the alice in wonderland references are completely lost on a man who missed out on not only the book's publishing, but all the disney adaptations that followed it. ]

You wouldn't happen to know if things you were... say, tethered to in your previous, less than wonderful life are still that way in this one, would you? I'm also interested in hearing what one does in Wonderland, other than wait for one of these so-called "events" to crop up, of course. A man of my specific skillset could get awful bored mighty fast without something worthwhile to entertain him.

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[The voice answering has its own kind of drawl, though one that seems to wander the entire south west of the United States and then some, not quite pinned down in any particular region.]

What I see is, lot'a the stuff that happens here comes right outta our own heads. Depends what y' mean by 'tethered', though. I got a whole bunch of things I ain't keen on seein' follow me to here.

[As do many of the people in Wonderland, and he's had the dubious fortune of seeing some of them.]

But hey, Henry. Welcome. Name's Dan Palmer. Jus' fer the record, last time I checked, it was 2282. Y'll find a lot a' that.

[ finally, someone who actually sounds somewhat familiar. half the revenants he knew back in their outlaw days lost their various drawls to the changing times. ]

Unwanted, but sadly necessary acquaintances. [ the witch whose lifeline his is directly tied to, namely. ] The 23rd Century. My, my. That's quite the ways off from where I'm from, Mister Palmer.

Ways off from where most folks are. [So far, he's not met anyone from a world outside of his who is also from a similar time period. The closest? Probably Commander Shepard, and her world couldn't possibly be more different from his.]

But don't think too much on it. Y' ain't missin' much, unless y' enjoy runnin' fer yer life from every damn thing.

Runnin' towards it is more my way.

[ though he's not opposed to fleeing when necessary. best to retreat and live to fight another day then die a senseless, stubborn death. ]

[Dan laughs. There's a definite idea in his head that him and this guy are going to get along just fine.]

Well sure, sometimes you gotta. Either that or it's chasin' you.

Been there with that one.

[ like that demon who ate his original hat. rest in peace, hat, you served him well. ]

That what some of these events are like? Runnin' for your life?

Heh. Some of 'em. Some are downright pleasant.

[The unpleasant ones do seem to be the higher number, but...]

Had one not too long ago, up in a space station. Like nothin' I'd ever seen.

[ that's more than enough reason for him to be on constant guard, though he would likely have operated that way regardless. he doesn't trust this place for a second. ]

Space? [ explain. ]

Okay, hold up.

[Before he launches into this, he sees a problem with that question.]

Are y' questionin' me on the concept a' outer space, or on how the hell we got up there?

Mostly the latter.

[ planets and stars, he gets all that. but people in space...? someone forgot to mention the moon landing and all that NASA jazz he missed out on while he was at the bottom of that well. ]

In that case, can't help y'. Wonderland can do all kinds a' weird shit I can't explain.

[The mechanics of the place are still almost entirely a mystery to him. How did they get into space? He has no idea. Maybe the whole thing was an illusion.]

This place... it takes yer memories an' makes 'em real. Not lookin' forward to when it's my turn.

Seems to be the general consensus.

[ but taking one's memories and making them real... doc's not sure which he's more weary of: reliving his marshals vs outlaws past or dooming wonderland to an event full of darkness if whatever force is behind all this decides to pick that 130 year expanse of time he spent in that godforsaken well. ]

Why's that?

Cuz, uh... there's a lot a' shit where I come from that most a' the people here ain't gonna be equipped to face.

[The guilt will be there - that something from his own mind killed people, and there was only so much that he could do about it - but eventually he would shake it off. Eventually.]

An', dependin' on what showed up, a lot a' people are gonna die.

Good thing, then, that I am far more than just a dentist.

[ sometimes, it pays to be the fastest gunslinger who ever lived. ]

You say that like death is a common occurrence.

Reckon it's more common than any of us'd like.

[Definitely more common than he would like, and it has hit far too close to home lately.]

Might be worse, if most of us didn't make a habit a' lookin' out fer each other.

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