He wants to say he got that from the accent alone but in addition to reminding him of Alex's power, something about the way she draws out the word and then tells him flat out feels similarly direct. That's not luck he feels like trying just yet.

"But it's not Jersey," he says, reading between the lines. Not that that makes it any better. If he's ended up in a grubby new dimension, that world should at least have the dignity not to bridge and tunnel him in a cardboard knockoff of Jersey. "Okay, cool. So how do I leave?"

Nova nods his head toward the sign. "Is that what that's for?"