"Not precisely this, no. But there are elements of the familiar. Time folding in on itself, history becoming muddled... That, yes. That, I know."

She pauses, floating in the air to look out over the wide, sun-soaked fields of Little Love. It's so like Kal's hometown that she feels a pang of wistfulness. "But I have a few familiar faces here, too. You're right, it helps."

The look she turns on Ororo is wry. "Unfamiliar dimensions, then?"