She watched as Laura pulled her knees to her chest, and instinctively, before she could stop herself—because there was no reason she should stop—Sarah gently rested her hand against her shoulder. There was no weight behind it, no pressure, as if she were barely holding her at all.

“This might—no, this will—seem unbelievable, at first, but this is your home now,” Sarah said slowly, choosing her words carefully, “You and I, as well as many others, were brought here by Iron Man; this is a universe other than our own. Stranger still, it seems that the you that was here yesterday was older. From a different time altogether. You're not the only one to have been affected in such a way—but try not to worry about that. Just know that you have somewhere to live here, and people who care about you.”

Neither wanting to divulge too much information in one go or keep anything from Laura, Sarah paused, wondering if she'd already said too much.

“I know it's a lot to take in at once,” she said, trying to sound reassuring.