"I don't think any of this is OK!"

Emma panics and starts pounding my chest. She's never been great at holding back tears. Inter-dimensional travel hasn't changed that. Whatever word's she's saying, don't really sound like much of anything. I try to squeeze her close and comfort her.

There's a shout from inside.

"If your friend's ha too much to drink. Take the girl home!" There's a tall lean old man with an eyepatch leaning in the doorway. He makes a shooing motion. "I'll leaves the key where ya can find it."