[He takes her hand as he clambers to his feet, back to scanning the area for familiar faces or a landmark. He recognizes the people around them, for sure, but where the hell are they?]
Did we get sent home? Are we home?
[He's always assumed he and Lisbeth came from the same world, entertained the possibility of running off to Sweden to be with her. He also assumed that if they got sent home, he'd be sent back to Mexico. It's lucky they're together instead. It's easier.
He squeezes her hand, like he's afraid something will pull him away.]
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Did we get sent home? Are we home?
[He's always assumed he and Lisbeth came from the same world, entertained the possibility of running off to Sweden to be with her. He also assumed that if they got sent home, he'd be sent back to Mexico. It's lucky they're together instead. It's easier.
He squeezes her hand, like he's afraid something will pull him away.]